The first day of the weekend starts on Saturday but some feel that the weekend for them begins as soon as they leave work friday afternoon... and, I remember feeling like that a time or two myself...
Humidity lingers around my body like wet clothes, infiltrating my head and sinuses with congestion and yet I remain outside to get a little bit of fresh air no matter how unbearable it may be for me... the sound of a train horn off in the distance... the dripping of rain off the leaves of trees... the muted chirping of birds sharing thoughts of the day... a lone rabbit crouches in a shallow gully as a light blue sky (some people refer to as Carolina Blue) pushes the dingy clouds off to the side.
The smell of fresh cut grass is camoflauged by the humid rain and the puddles of rain unable to be perked by the hard ground. Lights in nearby houses have all been extinguised, using only the light-of-day to navigate their movements inside. Ripples of water from the pump push across the surface of our above ground pool that was just vacuumed out yesterday.
A five year old photograph was sent to me by email... of my siblings and their spouses... it's a keeper, I informed the sender, asking who had taken it... as if that old memory was as recent as the email... we live and die by our questions... about that of which we do not know or remember... it was a silly question at best.
Not a thought of politics has flowed through my mind in the last two hours... I should feel blessed not to be disturbed by it all... there is no light at the end of the tunnel because there is no tunnel through which we must pass... unless we can assume that life is a tunnel of time so-to-speak but at the end of that tunnel is supposed darkness... the darkness of not being alive... and yet, our universe is full of darkness as well which has never been perceived or misconstrued as a tunnel.
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