bricks collect sunlight
the coffee warms the heart
-the creek waves goodby to the ice above, come with me to the great waters
- no, says the ice i must feed the land
and the reeds.
the trees that house the birds and the squirrels from the incomming desolation of men...
waiting for Don and Riley to enjoy their daily walk in peace and harmony
... and coffee ...
... and George
to picture us and all that lives here that will be seen and captured today ...
