local to local

Daily observations at or near Two Dot Spot, written by hand on the backs of postcards that record with ink and coffee a few minutes of the earth's orbit around the sun. The cards are physically mailed from Two Dot, Montana to those who have requested them...local to local. Ruth Marie Tomlinson

6.5.2013... no cloud cover, no wind, no rain

I can barely write for the sun in my eyes. My mood has escalated in the few short minutes of the sun's rising. All I can hear are the birds and my own blood pulsing. It is still early, but warm enough to sit outside, a blanket around my shoulders and just a little chill on my bare feet. I sit still and the birds are taking no notice of me: warblers flitting from chokecherry to gooseberry, robins diving from the cottonwood to the wet grass looking for worms, magpies scolding from a distance. Small black birds cruise by as if this were a highway and more robins fly from across the road straight for the cottonwood, adeptly finding a perch. I am just another creature in the yard.