Point

2:44 PM, At this point, I am drinking green tea with lemon -- and reflecting. Billy Idol’s "Daytime Drama" is backgrounding the sun-saturated room. I feel a bit worn-out inside my skin, today.

But.

Relaxed.

Too.

I should iron a pair of pants for tonight.

The Jimmy Buffett show was tall heat and open skies. Laughter and Corona. Bob’s tangerine vodka slush. Sunglasses and Hawaiian shirts. Honey roasted peanuts, baby. Yeah. And now the Fourth of July is almost here. Summer is pouring by like a deep strong river: glimmers of gold and emerald shifting and sliding away. I want to swim in the depths of it, suspended in that luminous heat. I want to be washed to new places, inside and out. I’m tired of a lot of stuff...

I don’t like to iron, for one. And this is a lazy Saturday.

I’m too relaxed, but...

My voice is smoke washed, still reflecting last night. The room’s soundtrack is now the Guns n’ Roses version of, "Live And Let Die". I feel like shaking loose and bright-gliding through the evening. At this point in the moment river, however, I’m drinking cool clear water.

--- JWR, 7/1/00