my memories of reading and returning to Blue Nights are fragmented. they’re not quite full, not apparently significant. but read these:
in the desert, on the patio of the condo we were staying in. the hammock was not particularly comfortable. no one just sits outside on the patio enjoying the heat. it was just me and a stray morning bird or two.
still in the desert, out by the pool, but not for long. the sun splat right now; it was so hot that you couldn’t stay out for long unless you were in the water.
and then in bed, in the condo, late afternoon, and suddenly there’s wind, still the heat, and rain. my friend napping beside me. i’ve…