Vista Ladero

Surveying the windswept hills, everything is just a bit out of focus through the static. A sleepless night spent worrying, brimstone visions of charred manzanita and pyracantha fade with the dawn. A brighter day emerges, the sky still hazy with smoke, but clearing out slowly. In the strange, lingering light, something stirs inside and the tide shifts outward toward the horizon. Faint flickers of blue spiral into view as the planets align and we end up back where we started.

Clutching the memory of the way we wanted things to be, buzzing on that nostalgic anticipation and fully immersed in the gauzy filaments of wishful thinking, astride the rising and falling drones cresting to their final destination, we forget what we once knew and meander down the path, in tandem.