Wind Through Trees
Friday, September 20th, 2002The moon is full and perfect tonight. It shines like a bright white light. I went out to look at it. The air is warm. Cicadas chirping. I could smell the vague perfume of a pale yellow rose. Some stars glimmered in an indigo sky. (Moonlight had washed the pitch black away.) Pure pale light made everything glow. Sharpened details. Wind moved through trees.
I stayed there for a while.
Staring at a computer screen, five days a week — and that cursor is still blinking on white. It is still, more or less, quiet. There is some typing but…well, typing is typing, if you know what I mean. Outside (in the night) I can hear a hot-rodding car. I can see a candle in a window, flickering.
I should watch a movie, play a game, or read a book. I’m kind of tired, though.
I had rice and noodles for dinner. Watched a good show. Talked on the phone for a bit.
Later, I sang some Elvis while feeding the cat.