dusk at the goose

Finally got to sit out on the porch last evening—it's been too hot. Got to watch the comings and goings at the cafe, on the highway and in the heavens, as the lemon-slice moon rose and the cumulus clouds shredded away.


Anonymous said...

Drunk at the goose. Oh wait. My bad. Dusk. I can't read.

Anonymous said...

Be still my heart.

neruda said...

this is what makes it all worthwhile...in my book