it was more than i could have ever imagined... a much needed receding from stimuli.
i anticipated a bit more in-your-face approach to the art, the design. there was a touch of that, but not much.
perhaps it helped that marfa is pretty much closed on wednesday. perhaps tomorrow it will be a zoo. but not today. today was spare.
today was space in between breaths.
there was no sense of where we were headed next or what needs to be dealt with before september. it was simply now. rainy, quiet, now.
it was, perhaps, the first time in many years that my soul and my surroundings were stepping at the same meter.
it's no wonder writers come here to craft. one could just lay down in this place.
texas is beyond beautiful. ghosts of cowboys yet-to-come giddyap across the land. days upon days of swaying and crows and buttes. then orchards and vineyards. there were zebras and axis deer; it seems people raise herds of them for hunting.
we landed a bit late in austin which so far seems in drastic contrast to our last stop. the other two members of the party are sleeping and it seems time to join them.
we will see some of you soon and others of you even sooner than that.