Free as a Bird "The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory." - Henri Bergson

taos - what can really be said about coming back to a place like this - ? it's hard really to be here and know how soon I'll be leaving - there is so much here that makes me want to stay - hollyhocks piling up on each other - all different shades of pink - white - tied back from overtaking pathways with shards of rope - rain clouds buzzing over head - and making wet the afternoons - tourists walking - walking - and blocking center traffic - I take showers in town and sleep up the canyon and during the week on the hondo mesa - tonight after work we do the bermuda triangle - and Lost ain't around anymore - along with a few others - a locals joke: "i quite smoking except I let myself at the memorials - so I can't quit - really" morbid - but true - sitting in the shade in the cabana at the tazza - ristras hanging on two sides - and just finished white chocolate pistachio ice cream - the mark(s) own the cafe now and not much has changed - babies are bigger - hair is longer or shorter - new out houses have been dug up - texan - german - accents and everyone wants to try the lavendar ice cream - the pueblo still has cheap cigarrettes and it rained for their pow wow - the same regulars come in the morning and marc the mail man asks about my book - I love this town and how odd all the people are - and how I get to be in it...