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[Jan. 16th, 2014|08:05 pm]
rejectomorph
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It's another breezy night with bright moonlight. If there were still leaves on the trees their shadows would be dancing about, but the bare branches and twigs don't offer the wind enough resistance to be easily moved. The only rustling sound comes from the bushes, though the pine trees are whispering. The wind is stronger in the canyon, as usual, and it sounds as though the river had risen and was rushing by, taking the forest with it. It isn't, of course. There's very little water in it right now, and it can't be heard from this distance anyway, even when it is full.
The windows were open all afternoon again today, but it didn't warm the house up very much. For some reason this house likes to hold on to the chill in winter, even when a day gets into the low seventies. The house must have the thermal equivalent of a tapeworm. I napped for a while, wrapped in a blanket, then (fortunately) woke up a good hour before sunset.
The sunset itself was not especially interesting, the sky being clear, but the dusk was quite nice with its purple shadows and cerulean sky. I might dream about it next time I sleep, though that probably won't be for a few hours yet. Right now I'm going to go out and take another look at the moonlight, and another sniff of the pine-scented air. Oh, and fetch the mail I totally forgot about today. I blame the mild weather. It makes me lose focus. |
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