#Rural life

[sanseterrer]

The foggy village

[ed13d1]

let it happen

illustration by sarah morgan

[peninsulaisms]

these dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves

[motelpearl]

[something-feral]

26.07.24

[guardcanine]

Photographed by Briscoe

[toffeenutcrunchlatte]

[bebs-art-gallery]

Young Man in Churchyard (1938)

— by Peter Weiss

[floridagrowngirl]

Tornado touchdown, Northern Colorado, 2015

[becomingvecna]

[daughter-s-of-cain]

[sanseterrer]

Go-go, stop, look around and see how much beauty is around! And what would have happened if it weren't for this need to stop, stop pedaling and look at one point.

The sky is clear, languid and gentle, and the sun, and the wind, and unobtrusive warmth, free, light, and therefore pleasant, beloved. July is not enough on the calendar; I wanted to slightly trick my own brain and set some twentieth of July on my laptop and phone instead of the twenty-fourth of August.

It's as green as in June. And a lot of things now resemble June. Summer replays memories of its own youth and virginity– that's what it's called.

The roads are lonely: not a single car, not a single motorcycle or moped, and I have not seen a bicycle, except for mine, for almost two hours. A few illusions about the abandonment of the world.

There are juicy country pears in the pockets of my windbreaker; the TV is on in a familiar house – everyone is at home, although it's not night yet. There's nothing to do, nowhere to go. Sunset with a hint of midsummer, golden and pale, inviting a soft breeze into the woods and fields to walk, to the roadsides.

The fog gathered in the valley by the river, and also visited the road. The stars sparkled above the blackness of the forest, pointing the way. Confusion, tenderness and fatigue. I would have arrived home even later if I had continued to listen to a strange man's phone conversation from an open window of the house. In that silence and general dumbness, I wanted to listen to him until he finished.

August 24, 2024

[howlhouse]

†

[peninsulaisms]

what’s to be done?

[devoureddaughter]

[something-feral]

07.03.24