Tuesday, January 22, 2008

22/366: Jean-Paul

He showed me how to eat an overripe mango: cut off the end, slurp out the ambrosia. One sunset, we dangled our legs over the edge of the Grand Canyon. “This flute is a spirit catcher.” How corny, I thought. But below us, a hawk soared, reflecting the last golden rays.
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4 comments:

Helen said...

Lovely. I wish I had been there. And I like the image of being so high up that it's above soaring.

January 22, 2008 at 12:38 PM
Mali said...

That whole image is beautiful and touches all the senses.

January 22, 2008 at 3:51 PM
Aslo White said...

Helen: Yes. Seeing a hawk soar from ABOVE instead of below is quite amazing!

Mali: Thank you. Glad you are reading.

January 22, 2008 at 3:55 PM
Indigo Bunting said...

Wow. Yum.

January 22, 2008 at 8:07 PM

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