Joya: AiR / John Galvin / IRE
photo Simon Beckmann
Ten sunsets (each distinct)
An electrical storm tracking north across the valley.
An excess of light
Stars (to begin) like I have rarely seen. After dinner, head thrown back
Then, the moon. White clay floodlit.
Walking the barranco, uncoiling westward.
White dust, soft rock, Aleppo Pine.
Space and time to think. Or not.
The sound of goat-bells.
Easy silences.
(and ping pong)
- Thank you Simon and Donna for creating such a welcoming space
(and the wonderful meals!)