Delete
I like my delete key. I’ve written two entries, and done away with them, all with that single, powerful keystroke. One was about my Aries buddy the other day, and another was about work, last week, something vastly amusing that the head honcho did. We laughed at the office, but after my recent diatribe, I just didn’t find it appropriate. Besides, I have other fish to fry.
The weatherman promised rain, and it finally did rain. The cold front was just blowing in, but the markings were out early. The wind shifted around and was pushing dark clouds up from the coast just as I boarded the bus. Late, of course, didn’t make the 5:02 PM bus, but then, I am getting an hourly wage, so I didn’t mind. Besides, I was just in awe of the weather.
Sunset itself was obscured by the low-flying clouds, but the visual interplay of several layers of clouds, and single patch of blue sky, as I wandered home through downtown made my heart sing. Wasn’t anything special, in fact, there was lots of visual material, but it was a matter of looking up. Not looking at my feet, not paying attention to where I was going, just looking at the sky. Crossing the Congress Bridge, heading towards Shady Acres, thinking about a detour towards someplace to eat, and always looking up. I loosened up my shirt, finally shedding it completely to feel the cool breeze – something I haven’t felt here in several months. July? Even then, it wasn’t this cool.
It was cool enough to drop everything and open up the doors and windows here, and let the evening’s breeze chill out the place. That spell, which can only come from rain, that sense about the world being okay again.
The rain left, later in the evening, giving way to that clean smell, a pervading sense that everything was safe. Doesn’t hurt that Mercury is no longer slowing down communications.
