Day 28: simple pleasures

Is there really anything simple about a fried twinkie? It's a fair question.

Day 27: simple pleasures

savannah and gemini. she wants to take him home. i'm crossing my fingers.

Day 26: simple pleasures

lately i'm running

feet pounding dirt at dusk

with my ipod and

wearing my favorite yellow shirt

in which, for some peculiar reason,

i run faster

and longer.

in near darkness, i run

and discover a lucidity in the absence of detail

where dirt and sweat and night all melt into

a white wave of ambivalence

into silence

where noise scatters to dark caverns

and beauty assembles:

moonlight glances off amber fields

mountains contour against an undecided sky

and cornfields sway in a balmy evening breeze.

and the singer on the ipod says,

"heaven holds a sense of wonder

and i wanted to believe"

and i believe at every turn.

rounding one more corner

i believe

forging another dirt road

i believe

kicking up dust, i run

and what enfolds me, propels me

clings to me

is the beat to which my feet keep time.

and the music says,

"i have seen you

in this white wave

you are silent

you are breathing

in this white wave"

and I have

i've seen you

silent

lingering in fields of amber

silhouetted in contoured mountains

the breeze dancing along beside me

and this running

i could sail forever

and stay here with you

in this secret place of beauty.

Day 25: simple pleasures

this tire swing is across the street from our house. children and adults alike make a beeline for it upon discovery.

Day 24: simple pleasures

good friends and ice cream- two of life's all-time best simple pleasures.

Day 23: simple pleasures

Maroon Bells, about 12 miles from Aspen. I've tried fly fishing- nothing really simple about it IMO.

Day 22: simple pleasures

this little boy truly couldn't have been more thrilled with these fountains. all i see when looking at this photo is the 300 better ones that didn't turn out. GRRR.