Moment/Fragment
June, de-coupling.
The highway is the loudest sound. Nighttime. I'm thumbing away at my phone. Tried "Vurt" again, earlier -- but it seemed too desperately gonzo to me, then. My mood, I guess.
So, instead, I'm chewing gum and writing this.
(And eventually retyping it, because the email from my phone wouldn't work.)
An exerpt, from the first one of these from me:
6:37 AM, on a Wednesday morning. I’ve been a day without sleep, my eyes are tired, and I have nothing to say...
Not sure if I do now, either. That was in 1997.
I started this one in June, 2004. That will soon be past. Into July. Just an hour to go.
The highway is still loud. The air, warm.
I'm at the keyboard, now, typing into WordPad while logged-on. In a bit, I plan on browsing the Sony Ericsson site. Just daydreaming.
Fragmenting this.
IM Excerpt:
Kelli372: what are you up to?
lockfalcon: Just piddling around on the Sony Ericsson site, and writing fragments of a new Tangerine entry. What are you doing?
"And then he realized it was July..."
A tentative feeling, with the Holiday weekend not far away. The new month, fresh. Entering the core of Summer.
There were Julys when I swam in the ocean, or walked in the sand. Sometimes, just sweated in the golden heat.
A new batch of moments, either way.
Here's to them being good ones.
Hello Again.