| Mild Friday |
[Apr. 13th, 2013|12:00 am]
rejectomorph
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All afternoon there was but one cloud in the sky, and that was the vapor trail of a jet. It rolled across the sky like the foam on a wave engulfing a beach. The leaves of the photinia and the English laurel and the new leaves of the oak trees all glittered brightly, drenched by the sunlight. The leaves of the mulberry are too young to have developed their shiny surfaces yet, but their translucence made them glow. Having the windows open hour after hour seemed such a luxury after the long months of winter. Breezes rustled papers and sparkling dust motes danced about. Better still, I hardly sneezed at all. We must be between bursts of pollen.
Most of the days ahead promise to be mild, though Monday could be cool and might even bring a bit more rain. April does not appear to have any intention of being cruel any time soon— at least not here. I wish this computer would follow its example. It has taken almost fifteen minutes to get this entry typed, the characters appear so slowly on the page. Looks as though I won't get it posted before midnight. Goodbye, Friday. Sorry the computer stole your entry and gave it to Saturday. |
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