Gardens on Montmartre and the Blute-Fin Windmill, Vincent van Gogh, 1887
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation)
Tulip Fields near The Hague, Claude Monet, 1886
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (State of the Netherlands)
|I plugged my phone into the stereo and played him Wolf Alice, which he loved.|
"Here's a song I danced to in Santa Fe," I said, and I put on "Formidable Cool." "Here's 'Bros,' my wistful theme song."
"Who is the singer?" he asked. "She's amazing."
"Ellie, who sings to me," I replied. "Directly to me."
(from my story, "Among the Goddesses")
|We both sipped coffee, looking at each other over the rims of our cups, smiling as we put them down.|
"How was the drive down here?" I said.
"Beautiful. Spanish Peaks were drenched in sunlight and touched by white clouds. They looked extra mysterious."
"My gorgeous nurturing twins," I said. "They're made out of nature's best blue earth. When I drove past them on my way to visit you, I had to pull over like five times just to take it all in. They're like my far off spirit mountains."
(from my story, "Among the Goddesses," which is set in Taos and Denver)