Excerpt …before the cloudy days of August, there was little reprieve from the sun. Swimming in a body of cool water seemed like a far away…
How does rain form?
Another day in Nola.
Hiding from the oppressive sun and people-watching at the Cajun Festival.
Walking around Harlem always feels like you’re stepping back through old New York City.
I find myself rummaging through old pieces of writing. Here’s one from last summer. The summer I spent on park lawns watching birds eat scraps off the floor, jugglers dancing, and blue sky whirling above me.
On Sunday we were stranded in Ozone Park after coming back from Jones Beach. All that time in the water, hanging by the sand and playing…