A blur of fenceposts and wildflowers, miles of mesquite and blooming cactus, fields in every hue of grass — lime, forrest, and deepening into a far blue-green sea, a hill rolling like a wave into the cloud-lined horizon, and while I look forward to arriving at our weekend destination, I find such a distilled peaceContinue reading “Outside My Window”
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