urkey vultures soared on the air currents
reflecting upward from Reversed Peak one warm summer day,
their dark but translucent wings making wobbly Vs against
the blue sky.
As the heat of summer's long days built up
thunderclouds over the Mono Basin, thoughts in the office
turned to
swimming, and
ideas swiftly became actions. The lake's salty waters a
welcoming cool embrace, you float at eye level to the
surface, looking to the islands, imagining the lake
rising.
Gazing up at the mountain slopes, the soft glow of
light slanting though mountain mahogany seeds has
returned. Their corkscrew forms spiral through the warm
afternoon air, diving seed-first into the ground, blowing
into drifts like the snows soon to come.
