Staccato coffee cups wait solemnly behind stained glass soda bottles.
In line at Mocha Joe’s Cafe.
At the waterline, summer stranded in sedimentary time.
Summer twilight glows over a stilled Connecticut River.
From the deck of Whetstone Station Restaurant and Brewery
Morning creeps over the lip of Black Mountain quarry’s watercolored walls.
Mushrooms rouse through a white pine carpet, emerging into light they do not need.
My mind is too small to be left alone… so when it goes wandering, I go along with it. We end up in some interesting places.
From a friend