22 May 2009. Two realms, side by side. Or are they two? The color shifting from warm to cool. Yellow ochre does its thing--a tiny touch in zinc white, and voilá the sun--or, at the least, a rosier day. To reach across a divide, when all that joins now is from the past: dark sand, mountain fire, a lonely valise behind a parked car. A pond, whereabouts unknown, with sounds of frogs. Two at least...
