“For a moment I wondered.” (Langston Hughes, 1956, Last line of I wonder as I wander)

I love summer

Because I get a chance to read in a way that in other seasons is more constrained.

I also get to write more freely than I get a chance in other seasons.

I have been working on this thing…for three years now…wandering through so many different playgrounds, forests and literary ecosystems…awe-filled and terrified to tell the stories I hear, see and feel.

• Moving from what is “kool” to the kaleidoscopes that are revealed like fruit twisting in the wind on tree mirages
• Looking for new things in novel ways with recently revealed tools.
• Being careful for the obvious working not to obfuscate the phenomena I see as treasure on a field full of mines
• Wondering as I wander

Believing the value over the edge of this learning…