October 21st, 2007

rudisuhli_demon of love

Time Devoured by Words

I missed a day, but only by a couple of minutes.

Here I was, causing donations of rice ten grains at a time and never getting above vocabulary level 49.

I guess I could backdate this entry, but why bother? So there's a gap in my calendar view and it sets off my OCD every time I think about it. So What?

must go weep now

Update: Hah! Hit vocabulary level 50 at 1350 grains!

Between Nights

Chasing the the storm came wind that blew a cape of leaves to hide the lawn. The street, too, where pines rise near enough, gained a carpet of pale brown needles by that agitated air. While night lasted the fluttering never ceased, and as the sun neared the horizon there was no pause, and as I went to sleep I heard the rustling and soft keen.

But by afternoon the air grew bright and calm. A plethora of birds emerged to bask in the light and peck at the soft, drying ground. Before the storm hints of summer had remained, but in its wake all seems fully autumnal, however mild the day.

The tallest oaks now select the sunlight's gold to send back to the pale blue sky, though some smaller oaks remain merely brown. The mulberry, of course, continues to sport much green, but that is now mingled with a yellow which lends a melancholy shade to the day's later hours. Of the season's colors, most vivid are the reds now emerging on the dogwood leaves. The cloudless day has inhabited October utterly, even while the sun of noon beat down and set the bees abuzz. It's all winterward from here.

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