Flora in Florida. This felt like lamb’s ear and held the morning mist like so many tiny glass pebbles. As winter reminds me—with wind gusts that creak the loft windows and dry powder that falls in wisps from the rooftop—that she’s not over (hell hath no fury like a season scorned), I find myself combing through files for some springlike photos that might warm these cold toes.
Marco Island, FL
June 2006
