like i said last week... its hard to post over something i like... and i did like last week's post. oh such a good mood... hard to believe it was a week ago. and so much has changed. i dont know if im better off or not.
it occurred to me upon looking out the window that i must write some tonight. simply because there is this incredible moon rising. it reminds me of werewolves and creedance clearwater revival. its a royal pain to keep getting up and walking to the window behind me to do this. sometime soon i hope to have a laptop that i can just sit outside under a sky like tonight's and write out there. would be lovely dont you think? the moon has been terrifically bright the past couple nights. like scary bright. like the people's teeth on the commercials where the tooth brightener is spelled like "brite" cause then you know its really bright.
its wonderful out tonight. a bit cool though. i was hoping it would be a bit warmer... all the requisite sounds are presend, the buzz and throbbing drone of the insects and frogs down by the creek, that dog barking off somewhere a couple houses away etc. the air is heavy with night. air takes on certain qualities at night and during rain etc. its heavy. with moisture i guess. obviously i mean. its easy to smell the wood from the deck and hear the distant rumble and squeal of somebody far off... probably at the country raceway.
but anyway, back to the moon. it is a melon-ish color at the moment. you know the kind, when you can almost see the atmosphere like a film over it. some people would say its hiding behind the trees in my backyard but thats not how it feels. it is more violent than that, not a peaceful moon. its a bad moon rising. imagine escaping from jail and hiding out in the forest 300 feet away. you can see the searchlight through all the brush between you and the tower, the light all fragmented and such, just shining through the cracks and chips. you can feel it seeing you although it would be almost impossible to. moons are fun.
in other news, my mother made cookies but apparently she failed on the first batch so we have them here at home instead of being delivered to another family. it seems intrinsically wrong that cookies are failures for appearance instead of taste. they taste good to me, just a bit ugly. oh well, judgmental people. more cookies for me anyway.
it occurred to me upon looking out the window that i must write some tonight. simply because there is this incredible moon rising. it reminds me of werewolves and creedance clearwater revival. its a royal pain to keep getting up and walking to the window behind me to do this. sometime soon i hope to have a laptop that i can just sit outside under a sky like tonight's and write out there. would be lovely dont you think? the moon has been terrifically bright the past couple nights. like scary bright. like the people's teeth on the commercials where the tooth brightener is spelled like "brite" cause then you know its really bright.
its wonderful out tonight. a bit cool though. i was hoping it would be a bit warmer... all the requisite sounds are presend, the buzz and throbbing drone of the insects and frogs down by the creek, that dog barking off somewhere a couple houses away etc. the air is heavy with night. air takes on certain qualities at night and during rain etc. its heavy. with moisture i guess. obviously i mean. its easy to smell the wood from the deck and hear the distant rumble and squeal of somebody far off... probably at the country raceway.
but anyway, back to the moon. it is a melon-ish color at the moment. you know the kind, when you can almost see the atmosphere like a film over it. some people would say its hiding behind the trees in my backyard but thats not how it feels. it is more violent than that, not a peaceful moon. its a bad moon rising. imagine escaping from jail and hiding out in the forest 300 feet away. you can see the searchlight through all the brush between you and the tower, the light all fragmented and such, just shining through the cracks and chips. you can feel it seeing you although it would be almost impossible to. moons are fun.
in other news, my mother made cookies but apparently she failed on the first batch so we have them here at home instead of being delivered to another family. it seems intrinsically wrong that cookies are failures for appearance instead of taste. they taste good to me, just a bit ugly. oh well, judgmental people. more cookies for me anyway.
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