rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

April Moods

A pleasant enough day, aside from the crashing of the computer. Once I realized that Sluggo was in one of his ornery moods, I just went out and did other things and let him sulk. We have gone from uncommonly cold for the time of year to uncommonly warm, and the town is suddenly full of shirtlessness and fresh sunburns. I, of course, cling to a light jacket, as always. I have escaped burning for many years, now, and intend to maintain my unblemished record. I barely remember what it was like to peel. However, I do recall the pain of the last truly intense sunburn I got, when I was about ten or eleven years old. I could barely walk for three days. An experience such as that teaches caution quite effectively.

In the long evening, there were voices nearby from games such as I recall, and they summoned my thoughts to the worlds from which age has banished me, where the perfect half moon emerged in the deepening cobalt sky as lights came on in safe windows, and there was no need to return home just yet, or yet, or yet. Lingering to watch the stars emerge, listening to the echoes of our voices, breathing the cool evening in, the gathered night ours, it was as though no clock had yet been made, and time told only by the turning earth. I never know that feeling now, except for brief moments such as this, which tick away and vanish like the last glow of sunset, or the lives of old companions long unseen. We've all gone in, and the lights gone out, and ourselves embarked on dreams both duller and darker than we imagined on any timeless evening now lost.
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