The Way into the Mountains

"Pieces of Eight, English pounds, Russian rubles, gems, jewelry,
who knows what else?"
"You really think that is up there?"
"I won't bet my life on it, but I will wager some of my time on it."
"Speaking of time, have you seen Cosmole lately?"

Rose Mosaic

There was an old mystery in these journals... Why not? If there was no time to hunt for treasure what was there time for? It didn't matter she'd find time, there was not that much going on in Crestone.

There was a Spring storm coming

out in the plains, where the new trees contoured the river miles away.

But here it would be snow, those Spring pellets that stung, and the last or Winter's rare lightning was heard; the the long roll of torn Heaven telling the size of those galleries. The the spent anatomy of the storm an even tatting of fleeting white, gone by Sunset.

Still waiting on Destiny

Spring is 19 days old and a birthday announces how much closer to my death day I am. The funny thing, even if you do it correctly you only get to celebrate your death day once.

We are inside an impenetrable bubble, until our fragility breaks and we give up our pink green shine and disappear in a few teardrops. In the brief exposure of lightning, you cannot read, only remember.

Black and White Vincent

by the sea. I need a break and have sixty days of vacation saved up."

"But you can't go on vacation for sixty days..."

"Yeah but if I don't start using some I am going to lose it. Both the days and mentally."

"Who'll run the library?"

"I thought I'd ask Cosmole..."

A what?

"Nobody believes in treasure hunts."

"Nobody has time for treasure hunts."

The Third Day of April

What you see is a spray of potential, it is the ruin of what was. The energy of a seed that survives transformation by growth, with the addition of two Elements: Light which is the simplest form and Water one of the more complex. The Element of Earth is the manifestation of Gravity; which brins me to this ?, why isn't Gravity an Element?..

Happy Birthday, Liz

Never enough time to read all the books that need to be read.
Never enough time for the garden and now forty nine...
You have grown wiser each year.
A rose mosaic.
Daughter, Mother, Sister, Friend.
A Joyful Birthday to You!!
I hope you get as many more as you want.
Love, your brother.

Happy Birthday, 52

It is still early Spring and I dream of Summer because Winter was so long, we should have known last Fall.

It is time for Tea at Cosmoles house. I need to hear him again, "Noone grasps Time, all we can do is measure it, even with words..."