this is a changed land, still changing, my explanations dotted with remnants of other stories, watch out for mountain lions, meteorologists predict heavy rain at lower elevations and snow in the high country.

feeling opaque

in winter, the valley fills with fog, the thick tule fog that seems to cover the fields for months. in summer, the valley shimmers with hundred degree heat, mirrors the blue of the sky. there is no message in this story, I don’t know if this history is true. I can only tell you of the road down to the bottom of the canyon and back up to the other ridge.

the iron cattle guard has rusted