in spite of all the recent vacationing, i do not feel rested. i feel disheveled, out of order. i am trying to finish a book, but it's written like a shitty student paper and full of misspellings. guy tells me to pick from a particular university press to ensure book quality. shyeah.
this picture reminds me of summer storms in southern arizona. "batten down the hatches!" as high winds begin to roll through flat lands. that's what i'd rather be doing. staring through a dirty window at horses with heads bent low in the rain, waiting for it to clear up to go stepping around deep muddy puddles. air cooled by water, patting waterlogged hides. casa grande: where the neighbor dog is a coyote.