Joe and his pal are regulars on Comet Pond
although they have fished many lakes and ponds across New England
this is home for them
on this day they greeting me with happy faces
as Joe had just caught the biggest trout of the day
often the best part of exploring small towns and backroads
is the people (and animal friends) I meet along the way
sweet anticipation led to insomnia
she rose before dawn
and dressed in the dark
“But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.”
~ Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
walking at night,
drinking the rain,
nourishes the imagination
Licht Years 