Today is the mind of a day where the light look fake. Rain erasing the horizon and yet light flooding everywhere, diffused godly light. A revelation of light with the water pouring down so brightly that you can see every drop distinctly. This is light for driving on the highway, this is light for the inclination of leaving.
The glass was pretty on the passenger seat, a green pile of sharp pebbles that cascaded to the floor. After filling the building washing machine with laundry and soap to discover that it was broken, I wanted to have a bucket of it to pour into the cold metal bin. We had breakfast in the afternoon at EAT SOUP and lingered over newspapers, quietly comfortable. Something in the door had to be repaired as well as the window replaced. I don’t understand, what happened to old fashioned sparkplugs? Tap, smash, be off with you.
A line for Katie occured to me today: “I hold his eyes in the palm of my hand,” I said. “The silver glitter shine gives meaning to the seven pieces of coin.”