Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Wool Coat
I finally got enough sleep that this coffee is a pleasure and not a crutch. Last night I had a really challenging class, lots of water, a hot shower, finished my book and fell into a deep deep sleep. I dreamed all night like my brain was emptying its cache. I saved a tiny bug who has lived in my sink for two days and was becoming unresponsive. I listened to white stripes as I got ready for work, and remembered my sunglasses for the walk. Jim just sent me some photos he took in high school and I have no words to describe everything related to them.
Today I get to work on our tattoos feature. I have no plans for tonight, finally. There is no one I’m supposed to see, or anywhere I need to be. I don’t need to think about time. I can make my little work and non work lists and check them off in my own time. I can breathe.
Today is such a beautiful day. I want to walk in the cool air for miles and miles. If I were still in Virginia I would know every trail in every bit of unauthorized chunk of wood. I’d crunch through the brush and leaves as quietly as possible. I’d lay down in a long wool coat and fall half asleep with my hair and an arm for a pillow. I’d wake up at nightfall really really awake. Eyes dilated. Mind dilated. Charged. Calm. Good.
1992
Page 1 of 1 pages
