Forever Studs black diamond their music and ours harmonizing

their music and ours harmonizing

We wait until golden hour

the generosity

Our fingertips grazing water lily

We pulled over right before the sun set—in between towns—with our bottles of Chianti to take a dip in the lake and to soak in and the kind of sun that makes you believe in past lives

Forever Studs black diamond their music and ours harmonizingWe take a weekend trip to see the Ladies of Country Cover Night at the honky tonk bar, its wooden panels softly glowing with neon light, square dancing with square jawed cowboys, twirling and sashaying, arcing around each other, laughing into fringed leather vests and soft denim. Later, we camp near the river, the rushing water just more music, echoing over the valley. We share bottles of soda and smoky mezcal, loaves of bread and orange jam,