Staccato
4:44 PM, Tuesday afternoon and the skies are deep and perfect. I don’t get sick often, but since Monday I’ve had a cold that is both annoying and exhausting. Ironic when the weather is so Spring bright and I’d much rather be enjoying things a bit more. Ah well.
I think I’ll go staccato...
Last week, up on the roof with a handful of nuts, washers, and bolts. Nothing but cerulean skies above. Fixing the metal chimney cap. The smell of McDonald’s french fries.
Today, the moon at dawn looks like an impossibly close tangerine disk hovering on the horizon’s edge. It has slipped below by the time I go out to the car.
Roadside daffodils and a bright yellow VW New Beetle with a dusty red flower in its bud vase.
Koi carp and goldfish gliding like bright dreams in the pond.
A scratchy throat and vegetarian hot-dogs for dinner.
I’m worn-out today. I’m going to lounge around for the rest of the evening and then get to bed early. Two and a half teaspoons of sugar in a cup a green tea...
--- JWR, 3/30/99