April 12th, 2005



A ground-hugging fog has brought a damp scent that fills the late night air. Only the brightest stars penetrate this vapor. The denser light my window spills reveals the gnarled, bony branches of the mulberry tree, not yet concealed by the still-thin spring foliage. From somewhere to the north come the sounds of night birds who are sending out piercing cries. All else is silence, and all the landscape beyond reach of that bit of light from my window is obscured, a hazed world of looming, dark masses that I know are trees, but can easily imagine are opened voids into which the crying birds are falling. As it will disperse the fog, the coming light of the sun will dissolve this fancy, returning solidity to the forms of the world. I must enjoy this dark illusion while it remains.
laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Poke, Poke, Prod, Prod

The afternoon was taken up by the guy coming to service the heating/air conditioning unit, and then me going to the dentist for cleaning and annual checkup. Following the usual poking about with pointy objects, the dentist announced that there is another leaky inlay to be replaced on one side, and some stuff on the other side, so that means two more appointments. Feh. At least the wisdom tooth is not yet attacking me. I hope that its threats continue to remain idle.

There was a haze all afternoon, turning to evening clouds which caught faint streaks of moonlight, and now a thin fog is gathering. It looks as though it will rain before long. We may have a soggy spring after all. I am revelling in the coolness. It didn't quite reach 70o today. That's perfect, for me. The cat seems to like it, too. She spent the whole afternoon napping in the flower bed by the front door, yawning and stretching now and then, not even bothering to chase the birds who thronged the lawn.