Look At It
8:22 PM, a small Wednesday evening. It’s warm. I made an omelet for myself, with diced tomatoes, onions, celery and some fresh chopped parsley. A little ground pepper and a few strips of Swiss cheese rounded out things. It was quite the yummy meal.
Now I’m drinking very cold water. And typing.
It’s quiet here, in the middle of the week. Everything feels smooth.
This Saturday, Kelli and I will be getting together with a bunch of friends and having dinner at Bravo! I’m looking forward to it. It’ll be nice to unwind and have some fun.
Stepping out into the night earlier in the week was like walking into a refrigerator. Temperatures are drifting upward now, though and the weekend promises to be much more Spring-like. I’m remembering what it’s like in the Summertime here, windows open, warm breezes pushing through the screens. The smell of grass and flowers. A different feel to the air.
Tall days.
It’s nice to look at that, in my mind, at the unwinding edge of March.
— JWR, 3/28/01