YAKIMA DREAMS

We walk the Yakima Greenway and wander the grounds of the Arboretum & Botanical Garden. Rushing river, swallows darting over the rapids, missing us by mere inches. The calls of magpies. Courtesy carts driven by grandmotherly types stopping, the women inquiring if we need water and moving on to the next group of walkers when we hold up our water bottles.



Frogs and 911 and roses and dogwood blooms.


Sitting in a gazebo, watching clouds drift through the brilliant blue sky. Silence. We watch the shadow on a sundial stand still, trying to perceive its movement. Thankfully, we fail and sit some more. We wander again. We grow in the warmth of the sun, redden. We dream.