Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
TREASURE OF THE DAY My love is like a clenched fist, Raised in anger, Swinging wildly to be free Of my tightly woven heart. from: "Sue's Love Locked" [E] by Burntpoet 2005-09-13 afternoon, 82 degrees. 80 in wilmington, NC. Opelia nudges closer. Winds are just 18 mph in Wilmington at the moment. It has rained on and off here. It will be muggy when I leave the library. Time to eat a banana and run. 2005-09-13 late morning, 70 degrees. 81 in Fayetteville, NC. Ophelia churns off the Carolinas. I'm just frustrated. Met with my professor and that went okay. Babysat a friend for two hours and that was tiring. Odd, what one remembers from childhood. Today is Suzanne's birthday. The other Suzanne has one coming up November 22nd. Haven't seen either in years. We were in the 4th, 5th, and 6th grades together. OVERHEARD "I don't look good in jewelry," Fred Schad re handcuffs and chains. "I use to make figurines out of my girlfriend's tampons," Jonathan Chacon. SENSED YESTERDAY: Crabapple tree with ripening apples on it in bloom; a tatoo of a dinosaur head on Michael's shoulder; snags of dead yucca blossom branches; tired wilt of lilac; light clouds, the lightest of sprinkles. |