Passages
In an effort to increase the serenity of my personal space, I cleared a vast mountain range of papers, catalogs and assorted hoo-hah from my desk and into a box, mentally labeled, “To Be Dealt With Later”. I also shaved the stubble from my face and took out the trash. It’s the little things in life. Dusting, however, will have to wait for another day…
It is practically molten, outside. Earlier today I went out on the deck and snapped some photos with my iPhone (the flower, above, is one of those). Just moving around was like pushing through moist, heated curtains. I do like the radiance and warmth, though. I plan to be back out in them, momentarily. This time I am putting on some sunscreen, grabbing The Passage, by Justin Cronin (which I am about 400 pages into and am enjoying) and an ice-cold Corona. Maybe I will pretend I am at the beach. Maybe I’ll pretend I am where I am. Either way, that’s where I’ll be.