May 20th, 2007


Another Day

Having thinned, the clouds today shared the sky with the sun so that moments bright and subdued followed one another all afternoon. Yesterday it almost seemed as though a thunderstorm would arrive, but it never did. Today the only thing suggesting a thunderstorm was the distant rumble of a jet leaving a high vapor trail which still gleamed white as it broadened and dispersed in the sun's last light while the lower clouds all darkened with approaching dusk. I've been surprised at how little the air has stirred all day. Spring air already weighted with summer stillness, the vegetation sweating out its hoarded water—and June not yet here, the whole of arid summer looming—I sit with evening gathering and watch the waxing crescent moon appear just past meridian, and I imagine what might become of the woods when the season brings no more rain. But there being nothing I can do about whatever befalls, I cease imagining and enjoy the serene real evening here on the edge of disaster, the same old place.

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I had a pizza delivered for dinner tonight. I don't recall ordering it with extra soporific, yet that must have been what it had on it. No sooner did I finish eating than I found myself unable to keep my eyes open, and I ended up sleeping for an hour. Of course the extra bottle of beer might have had something to do with it. But it was the pizza that aroused my thirst. Now I have to wonder whether the pizza guys might have sneaked into the house as I slept and tagged me. If they did and they took pictures and the pictures show up on the Internets, I'm going to change pizza places.