I find myself this glorious sleepy Friday afternoon sitting on the
back porch in a little town in northern Idaho. I am falling in love.
The sky is such a piercing blue its painful to look at it and the
breeze is tickling the birch leaves so that they shimmer. We walked to
the lake and sunned ourselves on the rocks like fat, pale lizards. We
only have dial-up here, so I don't expect to write more until I return
to the city.