Walking along the lake, ACORN caps and pebbles litter our path. A crow so big, it must surely be a RAVEN. I stand agape and stare at the magnificent cliff that exposes the GRAIN of the soil, layers of earth and time laid bare for all to see. I want to commit it to memory, wanting to be that person who can recreate it on a paper. I would say, casually, “oh, yes, that’s DRAWN from memory, from my trip to Seattle, you know.”

Georg’ann

ROUGH day, PRICE was paid.
Remove from mind. Relax now.
Warm bath has been DRAWN.

Heather