no trace

july 2nd-4th:

Our last couple nights in vermont were warm & comforting. j had finally
sunk into the camping routine, which is not a routine at all.
just a free form dance in a circle with no boundaries.
she's not used to that. (in the city one is formed almost immediately,
if it was not, one would get lost in the chaos of unpredictability
and get sprayed by a water gun coming around w. 110th street.)
she had found the feeling i'd been waiting for her to remember.
that reassuring restorative renewing wonder nature provides.
she awoke one morning like a child, ready to explore, discover, investigate
-- her bright freckled face smiling. as the sun rose to its bold position,
she took off to uncover the secrets that hid behind the blanket of trees & shadows.

we left no trace of our being there. only nola & the husky knew where we were.
and they don't speak much.