Saturday, August 25, 2012

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Friday, August 10, 2012

We kept looking for river otters

 and, one morning, we saw them swim to the little island right across from our campsite.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Whenever I think about summer,

I seem to think about water: waves in North Carolina, the bright blue green of the river, 
a morning spent in a canoe on the Columbia slough, the uneven shimmer of moon on the sea. 
The slur and rush of water, the humidity in the air back east, the first smell of the sea 
when I open the car door and push out into the wind, the perfection of finding 
a break in the riverbank--a place to finally step into the water.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Missing the Atlantic

and the summer is speeding by me.  Yet, last night I sat outside with a friend and the wind was warm and the stars came out and the hours slowed down and opened outward.