{"id":1469,"date":"2017-01-20T16:17:41","date_gmt":"2017-01-20T16:17:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=1469"},"modified":"2017-01-20T16:20:03","modified_gmt":"2017-01-20T16:20:03","slug":"ref-toed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=1469","title":{"rendered":"Ref toed&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the frozen turf, no game this morning, she said. Sky cover&#8217;s all stripped away and the cold&#8217;s biting. There&#8217;s snow in Spain, snow on the crest of the dunes that fan down from the jebel. I remember the highest peak we got to in Maroc, the guide pointed to the horizon, a trace of fire glimmering at the edge of the Sahara. This cold lays siege to my apartment, fogs the windows, cracks the skin across my knuckles. And I wish I was Tangiers tea-sipping with Bowles, flipping through <em>Pages from Cold Point<\/em>, taking a ride out of town in the open Merc he bought on his first &#8211; and only &#8211; big advance. But Bowles is gone, and Jack and <em>Satori in Paris<\/em>, and I lost sight of the true path through the woods some time ago. We have to live our own adventures now, there&#8217;s no vicarious freeloading from other drifters and dreamers. When the pitch thaws, you have to play.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/IMG_20170120_093723-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1470\" src=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/IMG_20170120_093723-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"445\" srcset=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/IMG_20170120_093723-1.jpg 640w, https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/IMG_20170120_093723-1-300x209.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the frozen turf, no game this morning, she said. Sky cover&#8217;s all stripped away and the cold&#8217;s biting. There&#8217;s snow in Spain, snow on the crest of the dunes that fan down from the jebel. I remember the highest peak we got to in Maroc, the guide pointed to the horizon, a trace of fire [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1469","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-henry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1469","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1469"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1469\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1472,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1469\/revisions\/1472"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1469"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1469"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1469"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}