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some gentle turns in the new walk-drawings. like a pilot light kindled, seemingly all burners can be ignited from a single source. the roughage in some secret hopper seems to have been given a hard rap and loosened; all around a balmy light pours and lightens. it is a welcome herald for a certain homecoming, these days the brittle heartbones are strung with cobwebs.

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today's walk in killyon's canyon served to buffer the astonishment about our abundance of water this year. there is nothing like climbing up high to find a particularly satisfying crackly and windswept expanse only to be waste high in a fecund froth of growth. absolutely surreal to stand in a place usually so thirsty for dampness on a bed of shaggy lichen. the color rang like polished eggshells behind my eyes. plants that usually struggle to present a modest sprinkling of color have made dragging marks of color on all the hillsides, gone completely to seed and started anew. my bones felt spongy with a sympathetic greenness, i expected to leave a trail of moss and track tiny garlands of mushrooms into the jeep as i packed it up full of dogs and left in a dust devil of chokeweed and rabbitbrush blooms. rain in the forecast for this evening, who knows what color and enthusiasm will be wrung from the rocks when it's over this time.