Mostly a Placemarker

The dry day stayed cool even though it was mostly sunny. I overslept, then got hung up on a bunch of stuff and never got around to writing an entry. There was Ramen with vegetables for dinner, as I'm coming to the end of last week's shopping and I'm tired of opening cans of stuff or microwaving frozen things. The food should be slightly more interesting next week. That's not saying much. This week set the bar very low.

Right now I have to make out the bills I'll be mailing tomorrow when I go shopping. I've learned to do that the night before rather than remember at the last minute and end up delaying my trip.

I'm actually feeling a bit queasy now. The ramen was a bit stale. I'll go lay down on the couch as soon as I'm done writing checks for the bills. It's close to the bathroom in case I must chunder.

R.I.P., Saturday. We hardly knew ye.

Emerging

The cloud-shrouded moon, rising, imbues the aerial dust and vapor with the faint red hues of faded roses. Elsewhere the stars are bright, but the diffuse glow of the horizon holds my attention. Such colors fill dreams and illustrations in old books, or autumnal gardens exhaling their last shades of glory. It is a scene of quietude, enhanced by the cool freshness of the air. So strange that a spring night barely begun should evoke such a valedictory feeling. The deep sigh of the pines stirred by a steady breeze sounds like water flowing away.

Earth turns and the crown of the moon clears the clouds. As it does, the fainter stars begin to fade. No longer a full orb, the rising moon emerges, orange at first, then yellow, and the clouds lose its light and blend into the dark edge of night. By midnight the moon will be white, and high enough that the trees will cast lacy shadows across the land.

The wind will continue for hours, the river of its sound flowing away as the pale light flows here and there, pushing the darkness from one corner to another. Shadows of change creep relentlessly, marking this thin surface as the great bulk of Earth turns beneath it. Hello to each moment arriving, goodbye to each moment joining all those of the past, which never ceases gathering.


( Sunday Verse )