food memory ...

it all began with a simple chat about a Mexican restaurant

somewhere on the highway to somewhere

we both knew it from different times in our different lives

it was a stormy Saturday as we zoomed over the pass in our trusty bug

yum time was just a short drive away

we took the odd exit for Zillah

the restaurant had closed

it was "FOR SALE"

alas, food memory shall remain just that

we stopped in Toppenish

to walk

to view the great murals

snap snap snap

then,

we drove the back roads

to purchase great bounty

we chatted

we munched

we enjoyed

perhaps it's just as well the food memory is just that

one can dine out often on memories

Who am I?

what do I do?

can u guess?

Hope

I have watched these walls for some time.

I believe the greenery expresses Hope.

for in the midst of warehouses, trucks, abandoned buildings, hussle bussle of everyday commerce,

these plants thrive.

Hope can be found, just look.