on labor day, we went to the devonian fossil gorge, explored, had a picnic: a truly beautiful timeless day, a day that has swirled off now and is a moon made of windows; one of those smooth unripplable days; the tiny frog we saw hopping amongst the ancient iowa sea remains took our day off into the grass with him and let it become an atmosphere; because it was just so ineluctable and that good. cheetos, apples, water, 375 million year old imprints, skipping stones, the moving clouds and solid blue sky, the kayakers we saw with red oars on the iowa river, the marigolds noam brought his mama as she gave birth to his little brother, a curve in the road where i dreamt of my iowa farm, hilly & different shades of green, in the morning we ate fresh homemade waffles, i don't even know what one million is.
what a beautiful post--and yes, a beautiful day. i love the image of the oars followed by the image of the marigolds. what a day, what a day.
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