This is what it looked like around 9:00 o’clock this morning after an all-night rain. Yes, it does that every once in a while. Every once in a long while, if the truth be told, and how remarkable it is. In just a few weeks, there could be a dusting of snow on those same hills. Did I just say that? Shame on me. I hope that doesn’t happen soon. We’re not ready psychologically or physically.
Summer here is like a kid coming home from college for a weekend. It drops its bags off, goes out partying with its friends, and drives back to campus early to beat the traffic. You were hardly ever here, you bastard. Show some respect for your goddamn elders. Think about all the money we’re spending to send you to that ritzy school so you can shove drugs up your nose.
John Hamilton Farr lives at 7,000 feet in Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” This JHFARR.COM site is the master writing archive. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on .png)