Foolish gibberish
Sometimes I wonder
If there is another me
who still lives in Santa Cruz.
The Santa Cruz Monica.
The me who chose to be
A creative writing major at UCSC.
She had guts.
She is the one who runs on the beach at sunrise.
She is the one who surfs The Hook.
She is the one who Is not afraid
Of wasps’s nests as she rappels
The cliff at Castle Rock.
She is the one who
Writes stories about the Sea.
I can feel her when I visit.
Her happy soul bleeds
Through the crack in our worlds.
The leaves are turning and falling. Autumn is here! The weather here has been amazing. California-like in fact. Strangely hot and dry for October.
This was snapped on my run yesterday. Running is not going spectacularly well lately. I have had to take time off for various reasons. Last week it was because sick. Now it appears I have injured my foot, so another few days off so it can heal.
Today our new thing was finally finishing that Mt. Tabor stairway walk. We walked to the top where we encountered a lone drummer, people practicing tightrope walking, and a howling dog that sounded human (and very sad). Then we descended the 282 step staircase. At the bottom we found that someone had cruelly written in chalk, “Only a few more steps to the top” which I, of course, thought was kinda hilarious so had to snap a picture.
Love is a recursive function, infinite-looping.
Here is another photo from the Stonehenge Memorial along the Columbia River in Washington. Made with the Yashica Mat and Tri-x.
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