smoke and mirrors

[wootandpeep]

i went out and sat on the porch, leaned back and looked at the power lines, through the power lines, and into the slit of blue that grew smaller, i thought, but it seemed like the cloud sort of evaporated as it met the next. i thought maybe they really were moving toward eachother and maybe we'd be lucky enough to have a thunderstorm again, but before bed this time maybe? i had flipped over a lucky...
i also thought a bit about getting struck down by lightning; surely i deserve it.
it was a good day though; things are balancing out with me for a bit, i think; surprising.
just remembered- kuckie died two years ago, tonight's the anniversary.