Day 213 - Late Post

Day 212 - John Clare

Day 211 - More Chess

Day 210 - Woman no. 3165

Day 209 - Reading

Day 208 - Three

Day 207 - House

Day 206 - Sun

Day 205 - Thought

Day 204 - Road

Day 203 - Everything

Day 202 - A List

Day 201 - Record Collector

Day 200 - Conversation

Day 199 - Two More

Day 198 - Peter

Day 197 - 11pm

Day 196 - The Desk

Day 195 - Chair 3

Day 194 - Hotel Room

Day 193 - Coming Home

Day 192 - Orange & Blue

Day 191 - Radios

Day 190 - Buffalo

Day 189 - Coast

Day 188 - Summer in the Old House

The swallows slipped in and out of the eaves and the willow trees sagged in the heat. Many hours would pass. Each day the sun kept committed to it’s routine, stretching it's familiar patterns across the lawn before sliding away unseen.

At night the sky turned purple and the air became ripe with the smell of the day levering off the heated ground. We kept the attic window open; only a foot in height, it framed a perfect view of the moon that stayed bright enough to gild the furniture of the room in a white glow. A slow breeze would deliver the damp smell of flowering grass to our beds where we slept on top of sheets, falling in an out of dreams, to the sound of moths fluttering against a bed light.

Day 187 - 2

Day 186 - High Tide

Day 185 - Lighthouse

Day 184 - A Few More Thoughts