September 27th, 2005

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Dud

The storm didn't visit us after all. Thunder continued for a couple of hours, and later I saw many flashes of sheet lightning that were followed by no sound. There was only enough rain to barely dampen the ground. It smelled nice, though. In the end, I had to settle for watching the storm on the news from Sacramento. There, rain was abundant, and the sky was filled with successive zaps of forked lightning. Even on video it was quite splendid to see, but I wish I could have been there. All that raw, uninhibited power exploding between earth and sky! And I missed it! I feel like the only guy who didn't get invited to a party that became an epic orgy.

Here, the sky cleared for a while, and I saw baleful Mars glow brighter than the pale blue stars around him, and then I watched Orion rise from the tall pines. The cricket from next door has moved into my yard, and I listened to it chirp, my only company. It must be very large by now, as it has become a basso among crickets. It fell silent sometime after two o'clock, when the air grew colder. Now, the clouds have returned, but many patches of them are thin, and I see stars appear and vanish as the vapor drifts, and the bright grin of the crescent moon peeks through now and again. It's all delightfully serene, but I still wish I could have gone to the electric orgy. Maybe next time.
caillebotte_the orangerie

Dried

I woke up way too late again. This was partly because, early this morning, I couldn't resist the temptation to sweep the mass of crumbly oak leaves from the back patio. This I did slowly, relishing the sound of the leaves skittering across the concrete and the smell of the oaken dust which arose from them. The task might have been left until afternoon, but I feared that someone would beat me to it, so I did it in the gray morning twilight before anyone else awoke. I'm selfish that way sometimes.

The clouds have gone away, and the day was warm. Last night's almost-storm was a fluke. The fact that it was a storm from the south, full of tropical air, means that the cold front which followed it wasn't all that cold. It was odd to have a storm of such spring-like warmth when the ground is already strewn with fallen leaves. It made it feel as though I hadn't finished cleaning up at the end of the previous fall. I felt for a while as though I had been woolgathering for an entire winter.

Sometimes when I'm out walking, my mind wanders from the present path for a while, to examine the past, or some imaginary world, then returns to me after I've gone some distance, and I look around and wonder how I got there without seeing anything along the way. The most disturbing thing is that I seldom remember the content of the woolgathering episode itself, so I end up having missed two events. On the bright side, thus far I've never felt evidence of having been anally probed while my mind was AWOL. Thank heaven for small favors, huh?