Thanks, Marc. The early draft essay was written awhile back, but at the same time of year. Driving by a drawn-down reservoir near my house the other day reminded me of the essay, and I thought I'd share excerpts from it. It's a big, meandering essay, a lot like water, or maybe just the way my brain works.
From my desert perch in Palm Springs I can identify powerfully with your longing for rain. It does feel as if something is off, but I pin my hopes on my inability to fully grasp the big picture. Congrats on the fine writing; I predict that it is going to flow like the very river where your fly fishing yields a great catch, the river you’re longing for:)
Thanks, Marc. The early draft essay was written awhile back, but at the same time of year. Driving by a drawn-down reservoir near my house the other day reminded me of the essay, and I thought I'd share excerpts from it. It's a big, meandering essay, a lot like water, or maybe just the way my brain works.
From my desert perch in Palm Springs I can identify powerfully with your longing for rain. It does feel as if something is off, but I pin my hopes on my inability to fully grasp the big picture. Congrats on the fine writing; I predict that it is going to flow like the very river where your fly fishing yields a great catch, the river you’re longing for:)
So beautifully written! I wanna read the rest!