Twenty-five years ago it felt like I was finally coming into my own, and at the height of that July my friends and I made our way to the tip of Cape Cod – that magical land of Provincetown. This photo was taken on that vacation – my friend Kristen can be seen in the water, examining some shell or rock she had just found. On the radio, ‘Desert Rose’ by Sting played, bringing other lands to mind. It hints of future seasons, and possible fall themes… but first, summer memories in the links found hidden within the lyrics.
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
These dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
Near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the man’s desire
This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love
