It is my habitual Tuesday, where no, I am not restricted to spending the hours of beautiful daily Flagstaff weather in my coffee shop. So what is on my agenda…. Coffee. Iced. Sunscreen, the lake, a coupla hours alone on a rock, listening to the silence. My book. Watching the insects, the fishermen, the mountains in the distance, solid. Beautiful afternoon, super peaceful.
I feel it. It stings, that fuckin burning sensation on my blonde skin is here again, after only a few days’ respite. You think I’d learn… 8000 feet of elevation and bright arizona sunshine, no clouds or shade offered in this dry landscape.
Only good thing about a burned back: great excuse to sleep naked.