Thursday, August 09, 2007
A week without rain at last.
A skinny, sinewy man. Standing shirtless on a trailer of bales.
An unexpected rush of memory, of nostalgia for summer nights under cool white cotton. Lying in bed with the curtains billowing (the summer curtains: clusters of small pink flowers, a 50's fabric). Watching for stars in the pale summer sky and listening for my Dad coming home from Haytiming.
Paper Sky - Ben Weaver