The clock said 12:52 when I glanced up at it from the plate of greens I was picking on. A peek out the window yielded a sight of bluish/purplish clouds and a grey-tinted sky.
Non-movement. Muteness.
The beads of sweat forming on my arms, for some reason, ended whatever suspicions of rain/non-rain I had had this morning when I went outside and felt the sting of the sun against my skin. It looks like rain, I remembered thinking, as I looked up and saw the sky ablaze with sunlight.
Meanwhile, and more so because of the inclement state of the sky, I felt that sensation of being suspended nowhere and everywhere. The possibility of renewal lay somewhere, but I insisted on abeyance.
Quagmires lie where there is flux, and we've all been through enough storms to want another mishap, another fall.
But here comes a drizzle, and I find myself begrudgingly wishing the winds of a week ago back, the memory of a just-risen, benevolent sun--eavesdropping on a conversation about moonbeams and pathways and dreams--ambling into my mind like a cool, confiding breeze.
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Friday, September 10, 2010
After three hours and a half, I wake up
Another butterfly sat on my shoulder. Not yellow, but still, a butterfly.
Am still adjusting to my new schedule. Daylight is not the friendliest of bedmates, I realize, but am determined to make it. The thing about the sun is that it makes me think of action, as opposed to the inaction that sleep is, however much we see it as a verb and therefore, an act, something that we do and need to do, even if all we really do in sleep is not do and be anything, except when we dream, of course, or toss and turn, of which most of the time we are unaware, so that the complete lack of consciousness after the waking could be argued to be inaction, and there you go so I have lost the thread of my thoughts and pffftt the lack of sleep is probably making me do it, the word "do" encapsulating the concept of action or does it?
And perhaps the best thing to do right now is to turn right back in.
Am still adjusting to my new schedule. Daylight is not the friendliest of bedmates, I realize, but am determined to make it. The thing about the sun is that it makes me think of action, as opposed to the inaction that sleep is, however much we see it as a verb and therefore, an act, something that we do and need to do, even if all we really do in sleep is not do and be anything, except when we dream, of course, or toss and turn, of which most of the time we are unaware, so that the complete lack of consciousness after the waking could be argued to be inaction, and there you go so I have lost the thread of my thoughts and pffftt the lack of sleep is probably making me do it, the word "do" encapsulating the concept of action or does it?
And perhaps the best thing to do right now is to turn right back in.
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