august 18th

[judih]

Home.
America and its lush greenery, water, rivers, ponds and lakes are now far away.

Here i am where the weather makes hot seem cool, and the refreshment of a shower seem heavenly.

The eyes of my beautiful children seem impossible. They made it without me for 3 weeks in strong confidence. They are glad we're home. Kissing is more rampant than usual.

Sweet seconds together. One watches stupid television - we all sit down to be together - stupid is sweet.

The desert remains flat. No hills to break an hour's walk. Trees are welcome irregularities. Crows are still grey. Gone are the ravens of Connecticut. A boom reminds me that soundscapes vary with the timezone.

My eyes are blurry. Glasses are nice but at home, i trust i'll find the typewriter keys - no newfangled keyboards to beguile me into typos.

If there's music, it's music of birds. So good to hear familiar quiet.

home. Brown rice and salad travel well, but it's so good to eat it at home.

[stilltrucking]

Bequiling keyboards are my bane.



It is welcome news to hear you are home again.

[jimboloco]

one can only hope
thh dezert hues are
jazzy
bienvenidos a casa

[judih]

thank you Still T and Jim for the welcome back.
You haven't changed a bit, but my how you look good to these foreign eyes.

[jimboloco]

be here now
i got an old copy
i hid it from myself
in behind other books
so now i gotta find it
the book puts out vibes
cosmic energy

[WIREMAN]

welcome back j
there is no place
like "home"

[judih]

being here now! yeah, jim. that book crops up in the most beautiful conversations.

thanks, m. i owe you a phone call. till then, watch out for the good ones and keep em in eyesight.

[Arcadia]

Sweet seconds together. One watches stupid television - we all sit down to be together - stupid is sweet

great!!!
saludos,

Arcadia

[judih]

saludos, sweet arcadia
(spanish is sweet)