Tense

Got the refrain from an old Pixies song jittering through my head -- and while I'm not really that tired I am definitely...tense.

Today was a day the color of rain water. The ground is cold and moist. The air filled, off and on, with thin drizzle. A gray and dreary Wednesday, for sure. I spent most of it fretfully fiddling with Tangerine.

(How do you like the mini-makeover, by-the-way?)

The back and sides of my neck have been...tight...all day long. It's still kind of creaky, even now. For some reason, I have been feeling stressed since early this afternoon.

The funny thing is: I don't exactly know why.

Once upon a time, I remember laying on my back on a beach towel, spread out over the heated sand. I had my shades on (and a good SPF 30 sunscreen; it's the warmth for me, not the tan). The sun still glowed through my closed eyelids and the sounds of the ocean and a Summer beach were all around me. The radiant heat and stillness had drawn sweat that trickled over my skin.

I felt like the day was slowly turning into molten gold (with the thump and whisper of the waves as accompaniment) and that I could just melt away into an almost perfect state of relaxation.

I think I'll log off, unwind, and hold that moment in my mind for a while...