This Time

Thickly strewn, the stars were not obscured by the thin and puffy clouds which raked the sky tonight, but rather were made more astonishing, as though their light was becoming liquid, spreading out like cream in a giant cup of coffee. It is a rare sight I've seldom seen, and I was compelled to watch long as the balmy breeze stirred the pines and the loud (now aged) crickets chirped. Such nights are the best part of summer, and the redemption of its fiery days.

Back in the house, I found that I now have two moths. I don't know if they are the same species. One is quite a bit larger than the other. For a while, both fluttered about my head, and then they vanished. I suspect them of trysting. Even now, moth copulation may be taking place in some fold of my drapes!

A brief storm of links: misbehaving.net is a group weblog about women and information technology. As well as some interesting posts, it has a very long list of links to the weblogs and sites of many other women involved in technology, especially IT, (including our step mom.) Among the women posting at misbehaving is Caterina Fake (who also has her own weblog which is well worth perusing.) Fake is the co-founder of Yahoo's recent acquisition, the popular Flickr photo hosting site. She also maintains a second weblog called Bizwerk. I'll bet she's even busier than our step mom, who never even updates her LiveJournal! But then, our step mom doesn't really love us, does she? I'll bet that Caterina would love us!


( Sunday Verse )

Sultry Again

Day's heat clings to the night earth like sticky sweat. Oppressed, the the pines droop and the oaks drop immature acorns which clatter down rooftops. The faint hum of air conditioners vibrates the flaccid air lying along the empty street. Only the cricket sounds happy. I'm waiting for the woods to exhale. The season seems endless.