Monday, July 2, 2012
Surely these are early?
They feel so early. Yet the archives say no...These are the Dunyazades, following on the voluptuous and scented heels of the Silk Road lilies, now exiting to a smattering of polite applause. One's public is fickle. The Silk Road has had better years. Haven't we all? Actually...But I digress.
The storms missed us. We heard about the drama to the south, and hoped for a just a little of it up here, sans mortal danger, but the battalions of cumulus marched past just north of the city, swallowing up 787's (the biggest flying machines) on final approach and take off as though they were gnats.
We ate on the terrace last night. The AC turned off to spare us its roar. We talked about Namibia and Nieu Bethesda and Coney Island and US State Parks and fretted about Time. I have not seen enough of this country, and it is my wish to drive it, really drive it. It is very beautiful. I hear.
Anyone have a spare Airstream? And 12 extra weeks?