Jan. 26th, 2004

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First it was the bright dot of Venus running from the moon. Later that same evening the crescent moon settled into roughly banked clouds so as to look like a cockle shell boat cresting a storm-tossed wave. Night passed rainless, and deer visited the street, spotting me when they tripped the motion sensing yard light next door. They were illuminated better than I, and I saw them watching me as they stood like statues, no longer grazing the flowers. Then they began stepping slowly, seeking the pine shadowed stretch of street which would conceal them from my alien gaze. Once there, I heard their hooves clopping faster as they departed, and I saw vague shapes flickering into the brush. Hours of quiet solitude ensued. Very late, neighbors up the street arose early and let a shaft of light escape their opened garage door. It fell across the leafless dogwood in their yard, and the tree's twiggy gray branches suddenly glowed, looking as though sculpted from ice. Then I went indoors and made the bed down and prepared for sleep.
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Gray returned to the sky today, and the waxing moon now glows dimly from drifting clouds. I am going to miss this visual softness when winter ends. Even today, light remained in the sky well past five o'clock. There will be compensatory softness in the form of new leaves and blooming flowers, of course, but nothing compares with gray weather for inducing a sense of calm.

I have been watching a daddy long legs spider crawl up the wall next to my computer. It has strung the narrow space between wall and desk with web, but this is the first time I have seen it venture farther up. I am loath to disturb the creature. It probably kills many mosquitoes for me. But I must periodically use the space it's web occupies in order to gain access to Sluggo's tangled web of cables. Inevitably, the spider must be displaced. I'll try to fetch it without harming it, and escort it to another location.

Oh, rats! I've just realized that this is Monday, and I haven't put the trash can out yet! And here I was, ready to settle down for an hour of LJ drama! Ah, well. Later.

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