Tangerine: A Book of Hours

Well, it was far less painful than anticipated.

After a bit of fiddling (and downloading a new ftp program that lets me set permissions) I've updated my version of MovableType to its most current.

Amazingly enough, everything seems to be working.

Cool.

(I'm always a bit surprised when I do something involved and it works as expected...)

The moon, set against utter black, is as bright as a streetlight. It is shining in my window. Outside, I can hear crickets and cicadas, the swish of the parkway. It was nicely bright and warm, today. My windows are open and cool air shifts through the screens.

It smells like Autumn but feels like late Spring.

With the week teetering at its mid-point, I think it is just a matter of hours until momentum tips toward the weekend (and a hopeful amount of fun contained therein).

I was playing on the Mini website the other night. Man, I love those cars! Though I still can't decide whether I'd get an "indi" blue or silver version...

Anyway, time for a bit of exercise and a shower.

I hope that your night is sweet and clear.

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While fishing (but not really casting line into lake) I sat with others on the shoreline. Evening eased down into the sky, pressing light toward the horizon. As the night fell slowly, the lake grew still: a mirror-sheet. Bats flicker-flapped across tree-tops. Time pressed down further.

And the water started filling up with sky.

Pinks shifted to purples, cobalt blues and orange. Yellows and even greens. If you shine a flashlight upon a wall, it makes a glowing circle. Slide the beam lower on the wall and, eventually, it bends and starts to wash across the floor.

That's the way the sky came down with twilight, into the lake. At one pristine point they were evenly matched. Mirrored. Selectively see that and you can talk your imagination into not knowing where sky ends and water begins. Think that, and you are floating -- timeless.

For a handfull of moments.

Right now, I'm sipping a cup of tea, and typing this. The night outside is perfectly crystal-black. I took a picture of me, doing this, with my cell phone.

But that was a while ago. When I was thinking of the lake. The mirror-moment is different now.

Hello, October...

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