Jul 03, 2010 21:01
It's hot. I'm ecstatic. Windows flung wide open, dramatic music & wind fly inside.
I went on a sailboat for the first time. I want more parts of life hooked up to pulleys & rigs, organized by careful knots in long ropes.
Fireworks so close they ruffled clothing & echoed off the hills. Boom.
The cat killed a roach & left it curled on its back on the carpet. It's a prize kill & i haven't cleaned up the wreckage. I'm proud when ornate things prove useful.
The prickly auburn legs stick in the carpet fibers; roaches remind me of constant existence: pervasive & eventual, yet somehow uncomfortably stigmatic. i kill a moth in the food cabinet. Summer is carnage & fiery freedom.
This morning was 7am without coffee, crickets in the trees & bright-smelling air. Washed the salt off my face & left an easy paradise to walk a steamy one. Brown hand held less-brown hand during a searching walk for breakfast. Followed the sounds of cheering as Germany scored an early goal against Argentina in the World Cup. Strawberry pancakes & victory. Napped in the warm sun of the afternoon.
Tonight i will ride my bike & split a banana split with a familiar smile. I wish summer didn't have to end.
out in the sun,
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