Grandma camp was a success. I didn't get a lot of walking steps as I was in the swimming pool. I have a nice suntan. They went home brown. They swim like little fish. They were even doing cannon balls off the diving board!
|"And hate the bright stillness of the noon|
without wind, without motion.
the only other living thing
a hawk, hungry for prey, suspended
in the blinding, sunlit blue.
And yet how gentle it seems to someone
raised in a landscape short of rain—
the skyline of a hill broken by no more
trees than one can count, the grass,
the empty sky, the wish for water."
- Dana Gioia, California Hills in August