Sunday
On Sunday, I went to the Boston Comic convention and bought a back issue of the Goon for half off. I took a walk in Boston Common, it was a wonderful sunny bright autumn day, and I laid myself down in the grass and took a nap. The grass was a little cold and damp from the rain two days ago, but the smell of dirt and growing things was worth the grass stains. It was so soft and cold, and I was petting it and thinking about getting a patch of grass I could grow in maybe a dish, so that I could pet it everyday. I was under a tree, and it was about three-thirty or four, and I was looking up at the sky through the still-green leaves on this tree. Not sure what kind it was, maybe I'll name it the nice tree. And then a bright red dragonfly landed on my blue jeans. I was trying to stay still so that it would stay perched on the inside of my knee, right by my in-seam. But I guess I shifted because it stayed for about ten minutes and then flew away.