July . . .

On a very hot July day, what is possibly better than a trip to the river?

My parents live up in the mountains, across two creeks, up a mile of dirt road . . .

. . . dusty, dusty in the summer . . . 

 But once at the river . . . a quiet clear stillness . . . 

 Only a canyon can have . . . 

Then hurrying back down the mountain to build a ladder in the dark

 So we can climb on our roof . . . 

To watch the forth of July fireworks . . . 

                                                                                                                ~ Marica