Locally this is called the Delta Breeze, but I like to think of it as the two Gods in playful mood, chasing one another up the mountains and through the woodlands. Then, by night, the breath of napping Boreas sighs in the pines while his brothers return to the Pacific's shore to toss spindrift across the waves by moonlight. And where is Euros all this while? Somewhere waiting for the late summer or the fall, when he'll send the desert heat rushing through the canyons, perhaps to whip fires to frenzy. I'll enjoy watching Notos' and Zephyros' play while I can. It's easy enough to toss the rose petals from the cats' water bowl.
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Locally this is called the Delta Breeze, but I like to think of it as the two Gods in playful mood, chasing one another up the mountains and through the woodlands. Then, by night, the breath of napping Boreas sighs in the pines while his brothers return to the Pacific's shore to toss spindrift across the waves by moonlight. And where is Euros all this while? Somewhere waiting for the late summer or the fall, when he'll send the desert heat rushing through the canyons, perhaps to whip fires to frenzy. I'll enjoy watching Notos' and Zephyros' play while I can. It's easy enough to toss the rose petals from the cats' water bowl.
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52/04: Later and Later
Oh the relentless sunny days reminding me of what I don't do anymore. Like write journal entries on time and remember to post them. It's not that I'm…
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52/03: No Salt, Sherlock
Loosing track again. I think I'm running at least a day behind, but behind what I have no clue. And last week I was a day ahead. One would think I'd…
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52/02: I Knew
Dinner for breakfast again, following morning at midnight, and a wish to still be asleep. My brain feels like a muddled Miró, comically scary though…
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