May 2004 Archives

Well, I'm off. (Off my rocker, probably, but what's new about that?)

On Friday, I am heading out to Harpers Ferry with my brother, Joel, and a friend of his. The three of us (along with three dogs) are going to hike a bit of the Appalachian Trail. I will be taking a camera along to document the boots, backpacks and Ramen noodle slurping festivities. If you are celebrating the Memorial Day weekend, I hope you have a fun and safe one. Think of me while you are indulging in your frosty beverage of choice. (And a special "have a safe trip and I'll miss you" to Kelli, on her Holiday weekend "scouting" trip to Clearfield.)

As always, thanks for visiting my site. I'll see you in June!

It is mostly a whisper. Water sighing through the air in the darkness. Cooling just a little. Bringing that scent.

When it was light, I took a picture of a rose in the yard. It still seems almost surreal in its perfection. I imagine it wet now, swaying in shadows as droplets fall.

The sound of the rain surges. Harder now, in the deep night. Rushing, while everything else is quiet. I look at my hands on the keyboard. They are pale in the monitor's glow.

Thunder shudders distantly. I think of petals unfolding in darkness, colors under night rain. I dream of sleep.

And a bloom.

It's not that I'm not gratefull for them all, but Fridays almost always turn the Happy Meter (tm) up a few notches for me...

Earlier this morning the sky was greenish -- then strobbed with violet-white, as multiple shocks of lightning flashed and roared. Rain fell like a relentless waterfall, saturating the landscape to the crash of deep thunder.

But now it is all sunshine and birdsong.

Works for me.

Here's to a great weekend.

It's birdsong and blue skies. The sounds of play and a distant lawn mower. Wrapped around by cool Spring air and crystal-clear ambient light. Soft feedback from the keyboard. An occasional breeze with a hint of perfume.

Sunday, in an evening that feels early but probably is not; in a place swirled in sound but still...quiet.

I'm breathing it now. And not saying a thing.

Yowza, things are lushly toasty around here. And green. It feels like July come early.

I am definitely not complaining.

Right now the evening is still bright, blue-skied. The air is quiet, a soft swirl of flowery perfume, now and then. I'm sweaty and a bit grimy from moving some stuff down from my Grandmother's attic, earlier. So right now I'm thinking: cool shower, and tall glass of water.

Not exactly exciting, but both should hit the spot.

Stay cool.

It's rain and dreamy-dim green, today. Thunder purring, shaking wet windows.

Papers scattered on my desk; moody music on the stereo.

I took a picture of the front yard...and watered it. Like the look (again) but need higher rez. I should be moving -- but I linger. Gotta get stuff done. But the day is a mood that falls, cool and shadowy. A vaguely unsettled dream that, for some odd reason, you want to hold on to.

So here I am, typing and uploading. Dreaming while awake.

About rain and motion.

It's so pretty outside. The evening is as vivid as a stained glass window done up in a mosaic of blue, green and yellow. The air is still.

I have a headache on this lovely May evening. And I don't feel as bright as I should be. I hope things get better -- though the day is sweet, and I'm thankful for that.

I took this photo with my phone cam and played with it in my graphics program. I think it is too "angsty" -- but still kinda like the look.

The view out my window is better though.

Think I'll get out in that, instead.

This day has a slow cold feel. It's rainy and wet, outside. Pale opaque skies.

I have The Flaming Lips on my stereo and a tall glass of water next to the keyboard. I'm thinking of taking out my contact lenses; my eyes feel quite tired.

Probably Volume 2 of Haibane Renmei, later tonight...