Light bends in the road-hot summer air.
The highway shimmers like a liquid dream.
East winds toss and roll spiny tumbleweeds
while shadows cast by coral-nippled peaks
stretch violet shapes across the desert.
The young husband’s wedding ring
reflects the golden setting sun
as he gingerly unfolds the brittle map.
Ellen calls the PNW home, where she loves camping, kayaking, her garden and hanging out with Maisy the cat, as well as David the husband. Her writing is informed mostly by her experiences from childhood to adultness in San Francisco and the Peninsula.
