Sun and rain
Days unwinding like a ball of yarn under the supervising paw of a divine Cat-god.
Too fast, or too slow, I no longer know. Time just passes.
I have been growing herbs in a pot from seed, and they have been sprouting well despite the lack of consistent sunshine. You can still tell where I'd slipped during planting and a heap of seeds landed too closely together, even after I'd spent some time the other day apologetically pulling out some shoots so the rest will have room to grow.
Yesterday, on the way home, it began to rain. I armed myself with my ultra-fold-up umbrella which opened up to a surprisingly good-sized canopy. Then the sun came out, but the rain didn't stop. It just seemed wrong to be holding up an umbrella when the sun was shining. I had to fight my instincts to keep it over my head so as not to get soaked.
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How do you feel? They ask, then they patiently try and tease words out of me.
Thoughts like an infinte, indefinite grey mass, a blanket that covers but keeps no warmth, some kind of unbaked cake mixture with neither taste nor texture. Some kind of numbness, where the word "numbness" means nothing. And they wonder why I can't speak. There is little to speak of. I make up words as I go along, and I forget what they are.
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The rain persists. But the sun floods light and gold everywhere and the leaves glow green and the flowers bare their souls and extend their petals to the sudden pleasure of warmth.
There must be a rainbow someplace, even if I cannot see it. It matters little, there is shade not far up the road, there are portals to pass and the journey is breathtaking and it is beautiful to be alive.
[Corresponding dandruff flake] [Comment?]
03 January 2002, Thursday, 11:26 AM
Alter ego of dandruff
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