The opposing of
peach and sugar,
and the sun inside the afternoon
like the stone in the fruit.
The ear of corn keeps
its laughter intact, yellow and firm.
The little boys eat
brown bread and delicious moon.
~ Federico Garcia Lorca
Bookending and mid-chaptering my JMT Journey were dates 3, 4 and 5 with Jon. He invited me down to see his life in Paso last weekend. It was beautiful; his home (all of it); his vineyard with its bats and famous oak tree; his shoreline at Morro Bay with its smoked albacore lunches and toothy sedimentary edges; his skies of fog clearing and sunny ridgelines; his quilt and coffee cups; his windows that let all the light in.
Ever grateful I am for this full harvest of a summer season; ever so many gifts.
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