Monday, April 28, 2014

August Nights

                                                  ... sneaking out a window where the horses wait 

                                                                                                          ... bridles jingling in dark grass

                           ... blue moon on a dirt road 

                                                         ... the slow ache of an August night

Photograph by Josef Bartuska  (1898-1963)


  1. Tantalizing story in just a few words!

  2. Rich words. Such a wonderful passage. So descriptive that I feel as if I'm there. Full of hope, mystery, and fantasy. Thanks!


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