mink river

“Rained gently last night, just enough to wash the town clean, and then today a clean crisp fat spring day, the air redolent, the kind of green minty succulent air you’d bottle if you could and snort greedily on bleak, wet January evenings when the streetlights hzzzt on at four in the afternoon and all existence seems hopeless and sad.” — Brian Doyle, from his book Mink River. And you can read what I had to say about this book on my Goodreads reviews.

Until next Monday may your days be as poetic as those in Mink River, or even better. And a Happy 4th of July to my friends south of the 49th.