May 2005 Archives

Small white clouds were vaguely visible glyphs against the night sky. I sat on the red bench, with water and a phone. Purple flowers wreathed my shoulders...and their perfume caressed the cool air. Small bits of fluff drifted down around me, like warm snow. Seedlings.

That was last night.

Now it is blue and mostly bright. Buttercups stand out. My coffee is jet and jitter-inducing. "Smile Like You Mean It" is playing on my stereo. The Memorial Day weekend has almost begun; a gateway into the Summer.

I'm thinking of slow warm hours, freedom...and fun.

Seeds of better times.

All in your mind, it is.

Struck by that, on a cloudy day that never-the-less feels bright. How much of the shine is coffee and new music? Is the brightside a mask or effect? Maybe it's the sun behind the overcast: shining regardless. Blow away the coverage and there it is, as always. White gold, set in blue.

All I know is that I feel bright and fast, kind of loud. And I find it delightful that people are taking off work to see the last Star Wars film. I want to take off and spin into the weekend. I want it all to open-out like a wide flower of time and potential. I want to get through the overcast. I'm listening to "Mr. Brightside" on the stereo.

And I am.

As always.

I took off my shirt, as I sat on that red red bench. The sunlight was a wash of white gold that mixed with the stirring of air on my skin. I closed my eyes, surrounded by a color that I could feel as warmth. Behind me: water dancing in the fountain.

Above me?

White butterflies, tumbling into the sky.

Azure -- The sky where I live today, is a soft wash of this, poured through with sunlight. The scattered clouds, in Spring white, stand out all the more gracefully against the perfect blue.

Red Felt -- Was something I wore as a child. It started as a cowboy hat, crisp and defined. Then softened and relaxed into a shapeless bucket to be plopped onto my head. I remember its scent. Its eventual faded velvet softness.

Golden -- The insides of my eyes, as I reclined on the beach. A blanket of turtles beneath me...the Summer air, tall above. "Immortality" was playing on the radio, the signal wavering like a ghost. The heat glistened me, and the sun (unseen behind closed eyes) made my thoughts glow. And slow, to the beating of my heart.

Emerald -- Was close to the color that I've never seen with my eyes. A dream, a year ago, of waking and watching the slow waters of a wide sleepy river. Of sinking into them on a misty morning that exists only in my mind.

Purity (though the color is Peach) -- This shade is entwined, like a dancer, with a scent. A perfume of enfolding beauty arising from a rose. A perfection that I have seen for many years -- and look forward to in this one.

So there are five, on this five-trippled day. I wrote this on paper, while sitting in the white-gold sunshine on a crimson and jet bench. The air was like vague angels on my skin...