May 27th, 2006

hindenburg

Grrr!

Crap. Opera crashed and ate my post. LJ's auto-save doesn't work with Opera, either. Usually such a stable browser. :-(

Brief: It rained more. It got cold. The crickets chirped slowly. There are blue patches in the morning sky. The squirrels are now barking.

I'm going to sleep.
munkacsy_parc_monceau

Vague

Another day of clouds, the sun held at bay, the veiled air modestly cool. Each day of delay in the onset of the torrid season pleases me. No matter that my head is void of ideas and languor causes me to vegetate. Spring is the best time for vegetation. I prefer the soft, imprecise shade to the startling contrasts of light and shadow which the departure of the drifting celestial vapors would bring.

Perhaps the clouds sympathetically induce this fog in my head. If so, I'm not offended, as long as my state stops short of ennui. Feeling as though I'd like to drape myself over a couch and stay there for hours just watching the sky isn't so bad. Now that night has closed the clefts of brightness that decorated the clouds, there's little to watch, but that doesn't bother me either. The blankness is equally appealing. Lassitude is sweet.

The guy next door tried to start his motorcycle for about half an hour this evening. He failed. Bonus! The sound of the starter is not that much different from a cricket's chirps or a frog's croaks. The sound (and smell) of the engine would have been more like what I imagine a Troll's farts to be.

And on that lovely image, I retire to a night of doing as little as possible.