dream ranch

blue sky, black coffee

The setting sun was starting to redden the mountain. I wasn’t doing much. In fact, I had dozed off on the living room couch, working a crossword puzzle after a late pasta lunch. I see the sort-of-wild horses often but this one happened to drift by just as I woke, either a lonely bachelor or the last of a local band on the way to a regular dinner spot across the arroyo. It was a little dreamy. I was still half asleep when I reached for the iPhone. I’m sure this is not how Ansel Adams worked but it beats the heck out of three-star deadline. In retirement from the newspaper biz, this is my revenge for 40 years of working past sunset, even more if you count the dishwashing days.