||[Apr. 16th, 2015|11:38 pm]
The breezes are dying down as the days get warmer, when we could really use them. The butterflies flitting about my yard today probably didn't miss them, but I do. I also miss the frogs, who still aren't croaking tonight. It has to be because their water has dried up. No rain is in the forecast, either, so it's likely they will remain silent for the rest of the year. I'm not even hearing the cricket who was out there last night. As it's very unlikely that the cricket drowned, my guess is either a bird or one of the feral cats got it. It's a dangerous world for crickets. |
One thing I can hear tonight is distant traffic. It's heavier than it used to be, and continues later at might. When the wind blows I can't hear the traffic, but on a still night like this it is out there, however faintly, like an omen of the future. I picture restless cars in garages in San Jose and Van Nuys thinking about leaving home and coming here. Eventually they'll do it. But with luck I'll be dead by then. I always liked the sound of traffic in Los Angeles, but her the mere thought of it seems like a mockery. mean in Los Angeles there's somewhere to go. Cars moving around in this place must be up to no good.
Well, I think I've just set myself up for bad dreams tonight. Maybe there is a comedy on television that will counteract those thoughts. Anything but reruns of My Mother the Car.