June 14th, 2006

munkacsy_parc_monceau

Blue

The low angle of the late spring moon, the mostly cloudy sky, and the fine mist filling the air conspired to turn the night blue. Street and houses and trees all floated in pale, translucent color. It was as though I were seeing the landscape reflected in a lake by starlight, but through the eyes of my own reflection, and I had the passing thought that if I looked up I might see my real self dreaming on the shore. I didn't look up.
hindenburg

Ache

Seven hours of almost uninterrupted sleep was nice, but my head has been aching ever since I woke.

There's been no more rain, but the overcast remains.

I don't feel like doing anything.