Sandman's Journal

It's hard to believe that less than a month ago I was drinking avocado soup in Marfa, TX. It's a rare, beautiful thing to fall in love with a whole village.

I crushed out on Bisbee, Truth or Consequences, Terlingua, Dallas, and New Orleans, too. But Marfa was alchemy. She sparkled like gold braces.

I liked her size, her shape, her shadow, her light, her permanence.

She welcomed me home like King Tumbleweed. If I'm lucky, she might welcome me home again.