He sits on the couch and doesn’t say much. Mt Sinai rising over the desert -there is thunder in his head.
His hands of iron have grown weak. His faith shakes. He puts on his boots.
He says it every day in silence.
I took this weekend to weigh my options. I spent time in a new city and a new house and…I just don’t know. I’ve got a friend really counting on me to move in, and I’m becoming terrified that I’ll let him down.
For the last several years I’ve thought I should take a picture of her before the desert sun and monsoon rain had its way. It wasn’t until this weekend that I noticed the cracks and piece missing. Blemishes and all, she’s still one of the more handsome ladies of downtown.
