In my town, blue sky and sun warm old bones, that lay next to pools and stroll down sidewalks. It’s a two miles-per-hour lifestyle. In fact, a horse and carriage would make a charming day trip down valley, starting after a lazy 10 a.m. breakfast. You’d find the views of the mountain’s change every ten wheel bumps or so as you passed sandy farms and dry ranches, stopped around 12:30 for refreshments and water for the horses – a stable with a snack bar would be perfect – then m

a tree splits afternoon sunbeams into warm fingers on my arm the sky seems ceiling close I could touch those clouds wind is in the middle of an afternoon nap nothing needs to move to feel that the world is alive and in a moment before a desire pulls me to my feet or my mind jumpstarts and transports me elsewhere I see it, in a skip of time this place is paradise

wrinkles come from a few thousand frowns and a few thousand more smiles, if you’re lucky hundreds of squints from bright suns crumples of pain, furrows from sadness laughing crinkles, twisted funny faces all, skin-squished accounts a unique landscape of emotion the hills and valleys of a life whispers of beauty might be heard from a surgically tightened face, we are all judged by our covers, why put the manuscript back in the drawer when the memoir of you is already i