to my left lies the west and the fall of the sun, a slow slow tumble from high noon to night, from early summer all the way to halloween. the brightness of day slides through the door and across the table; at a bit past 6:30, it is still warm out there, in the low 90s. by 8 the light has gone pale gray and the cicadas are welcoming the night. there are birds making last flights, exchanging phone numbers, heading nestward. a summer evening moving in.
but in this image, the afternoon lingers, pushing its way past bottles of water just back from the lake, fresh from the cooler with cokes and beer, leftover watery ice poured into the creek as a treat for the birds. in this image the memory of the lazy sunburned day lays silent on the table, keeping still in the shadows. in this image my feet are bare and propped on a white wooden stool and my hair is wet from a shower and my skin is relaxed. in this image, if you look hard enough, you will see a bottle of topo chico and a glass of ice. the tv is on, the sound is off. in this image, you might even hear the christmas carols i listened to while driving. i sang along with jingle bells.
friday, may 25