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Thursday, August 7, 2008

Thursday

It has been a fabulous day. Long (oh so long when you get up at 5:30 to drive your neighbors to the airport), prosperous and productive.
Today I:
1) Took myself out to breakfast - it's been way too long (and breakfast is so my favorite meal)
2) Wrote my New and Improved artist statement (for the website - I promise I'm working on it!)
3) Spent several hours painting in the studio (red birds upon red birds, just wait, you'll see it)
4) Whipped up two new pillows and listed them in the shop (these two, I tell you, they Are Some Pillows!)
5) Ran my new favorite three mile loop in the early sunset (I am growing to love "the stairs", seriously!)
6) Sipped a tasty beverage while sitting on the back stairs in the waning light of the sun (the most perfect temperature)
7) Ate a HUGE salad and watched some Family Guy (solo night = big salad, no meat, hooray!)
8) Made granola (ok, that's actually what I will be doing as soon as I post this, but if I write it down then it will get done. See how that works?)


August 7th 2008
Evening Discoveries

The sticky growl of tires on asphalt
(three hundred feet away)
Drowns out the evening song of the gnats
(three feet away)
Every vein in the maple leaves sharply illuminated
(too far to touch)
Glinting off remnants of a party on the stairs
(below my feet)
I sit awaiting the pigeons
(they're not here yet)
In the watery haze of sunset
(all eyes to the west)


5 comments:

-B. said...

I enjoy reading you.

BC said...

Man, am I glad I missed your 'new favorite jogging route'. Freakin stairs anyways.

The Noisy Plume: said...

...you're becoming one of my new very favorites.
XO

BC said...

Did I mention you have super cute toes?!!

Iscah Mara said...

I often wonder at your waiting. You seem to glean more from the act itself than from the attaining of whatever it is that keeps you so patiently, so longingly. I think you must take more joy in being one who waits for sunsets than simply one of the many drones who happily happen upon them.