May 10th, 2003

gericault_raft of the medusa 1

Surprise, Surprise :-P

Early light reveals the persistent clouds. More than halfway through spring, we remain pale and damp, shadowed by that vaporous sea which drifts above us, straining the light, turning the world dim, as though it were in the process of fading out. I have the feeling I'm in the final scene of a movie, and the credits are about to roll. Maybe there'll be one of those codas, where they tell what became of the characters after the movie ended. Rejectomorph wasted away as a result of vitamin D deficiency. Undiscovered for several days after his death, his left leg was devoured by his hungry cats. The rest of his remains are buried in his back yard, with Sluggo the Evil Computer serving for a tombstone.

Well. I wonder if anyone would go see that movie?
caillebotte_man at his window

In the Shade

That the air remains cool is some compensation for the poverty of sunlight. Today, though, was not utterly impoverished. It was merely in the lower income bracket. No continents of cloud floated in a blue sea, but lakes of blue ornamented the marbled mass of white and gray which drifted above until late afternoon. The air below being clear, from high ground I could see further masses of cloud rolling across the valley. The mountain ridges now and then flashed with light which would roll down to vanish into the canyon. Near where a group of boys played games in a shadowy field, I heard the sound of a light plane and looked up into the swirling white mass to look for it, but it remained hidden. The game went on undisturbed, as though men had never flown. Earthbound, I returned home imagining the undersides of wings catching reflected light.