atoms

[boredautomaton]

I have calls to return, but I don't want to make them. I decide I had better do the dishes from lunch, and I am reminded that I didn't finish everything. I think to throw the leftovers away in the trash can, but know I should take it outside in case the guilt comes back to me, or the smell builds up. Outside is warm and lovely, with a vivid orange burnt in the sky. The lake across the street is still alive with people catching last minute exercise or having an evening walk with their dogs. Cheered by company without sacrificing solitude I head over and walk across the dam. The water is as smooth as glass and the sun glows from it. Mosquitoes mimic rain across the surface. I always look up at these times, I am comforted by looking at the sky. I like to imagine the point where gravity loses hold, and there is a final surface of air before space. I wonder if it is smooth as glass, if mosquitoes dance across the top, and I am happy with my solitude.

I come back and find my lunch boxes unwashed. Work tomorrow. The sun will shine through the surface when I go walking.