Monday afternoon. I lay down. Outside.
And looked up into the green canopy.
Took my cue from Buck and was lulled to sleep by the soft drone of twin-engine planes.
Woke up. Read.
Fooled around in the visual journal.
Lately I'm very interested in quiet gray. Not as a metaphor for something else, just as pure color. My apologies Gray, for ignoring you.
That's it. My short missive from a cool early summer night in Los Angeles, to wherever you are.