May 23rd, 2003

caillebotte_man at his window

Warm Night

The dipper is off to the northeast, above the stand of trees from which I've lately been hearing strange bird calls in the nights -- long squeaks, as from a very large baby bird. I wonder what strange fowl are nesting there? All sounds carry far tonight. I hear cars passing on distant roads. There is the sound of the night breeze, as well -- both a high-pitched whispering in the nearby pines, and a deep hum that prowls about the surrounding forest. The there is the constant chirping of crickets. After three o'clock, the eastern sky begins to glow with blue moonrise. The waning crescent spreads a halo behind a now fully leafed oak, and spills over the fronts of the pale, silent houses across the street, which emerge from the warm darkness like wan ghosts. I wait in the shadows for something I can't quite imagine.
bazille_summer scene

Sweat

Heat slams down on the town, browning the lawns, wilting the flowers, cooking the resin from the pine trees. I watch the pavements ripple and shimmer. The streets are deserted until evening. Then, sprinklers come on, and their mist drifts on the soft breeze, the cats emerge from the shady places where they found refuge, and the crickets begin their night-long concert. Just at sunset, a pair of woodpeckers pecked at the utility pole in front of my house, then did an odd aerial balletwith one another, soaring and swooping, always returning to alight on the pole briefly until they at last flew into the pines and vanished. I'm glad someone is having a good time in this weather.

Sluggo is down to less than ten minutes online before crashing. Lacking a reliable computer has given me more time to do other things. I find I'm more relaxed. I'm listening to CD's. I'm going to do some reading. I'm going to spend as much time outdoors in the cool night as possible.