Echoes in the desert, echoing from what? Red rocks, dry, wet, not. It’s solitary, uncertain. No light. It’s dark, oppressive, heavy. Tonight, silence perhaps. I have to book my train ticket. I have to book my plane ticket. I have to
Hidden in the leaves
Sandcastles
Must be Margate
More likely Blackpool
Black pool, black staring into the heart of light
Aranjuez
Spanish is such a posh language.
I think I’ll reread the Bhagavad Gita