s u m m e r
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Knocking back gin.
I'm thinking a little tonight about silence around the globe and the noise so close to home. Nothing profound really, just voices.
Just voices, yeah. I'm thinking of lost work. Of the silence it demands and putting myself in that place. The threads have been weak lately. God I've been busy and I won't bore you with the details of my job, believe me, it isn't worth it. Besides, this is my time.
I saw the first streaks of pollen today. A pale yellow dusting over everything sitting idle for more than two hours. And heat. The dogwoods are blooming, or getting ready to, and the pears trees have already flowered.
I'm leaving with that.
Flowers and gin.
goodnight 3.30.99