This time, it’s the dunes, not the plains,my quasi-desert:pine trees and shrubs over– pale, yellowish-brown – sand; it’s a thin veil of clouds, not the dustthat shrouds the skies in haze. The road looks flatbut I keep slowing and slowinguntil I’m moving in a frozen frame,fleeing winter,as if I could ever outrun my loss. […]
laments
Laments from the Road, Part 2 – Carrión de los Condes
The plains are silent as we cycle through them,and it’s almost a desert: the endless, barren fields – harvested or burnt out – are the same pale, yellowish-brown as the old, quiet stones of the occasional (old, quiet) village we cross; the sun’s beating down on us as if it were August instead of October; the […]
Laments from the Road, Part 1 – Biarritz
The Sun has set: now stay,and watch the darkness fall.