Memories. . .
This afternoon I got to relive some of my childhood. . .
Growing up in Tucson, this is what my summer looked like. Towers of
clouds rising up into the sky as they moved slowly across the valley,
the rain drifting lazily down.
We also had the fast moving downpour type of rain storm that does lots
of damage and is gone in a minute but so many of my summer afternoons
looked just like this.
Listening to the muted thunder so far away drifting towards me on
breezes smelling of dust, sage and ozone as the lighting bounced
around in the clouds, I was young again and sitting in my backyard.
Reflective. . . parsnip
Music. . . Six days. . . DJ Shadow