Canyon green lined road, there's more oxygen here with the artsy trees and their gravity-impossible heights. Their bushy silhouettes render like still lifes in the sky. Driving is haphazard on the California cut freeway, winding and grey and free form. It's quaint chaos as Sublime breathes out of the speakers, "It's sooooo nice. I want to hear the same song twice."
At work, the people weave in and out of aisles. I follow them, recommending walnut or honey frames, green and blue this or that, and oil paintings brushing out magenta Mediterraneans. When the power goes out, midday in bright yellow sunshine, my whole body relaxes. The actual color of the world is calming, and the actual sound of silence generates an immediate reflex--sigh of relief. We're quiet and real. Let's leave them off for now...
And the world won't.
At home, I think about my sister. It's her birthday today. I try to follow her birthday plans in my head with the clock. Picturing where she is and what she's doing. I make myself a video in my imagination of her laughing; I'm happy to see she's having fun. I am hoping and not hoping Nova will turn herself over today, as my sister wishes via her Facebook post. Can't she wait Stac, can't she wait?
1 comment:
Well- she must have known you wanted her to wait- no rolls yet, she is oh so close- i don't know how much longer she will wait though
XXOO
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