Solstice

Braids and an ancient guns n roses t shirt, black levis, an armload of yarrow I picked at the top of the cliffs I just scrambled up. Past sagebrush and saskatoons and volcanic rock pillars. Clearing my head after another long burnout week of giving and being inside.
Ham's home and it's sweet, the sweetest time we've had, solid and golden.
Shasta daisies are blooming.
It rains everyday. My body is in rough shape again, a lot of inflammation and I don't know why.