September 20, 2009

Deep night rain.

I woke convinced the roof was leaking. Of course it was not.

I think today was a sea of turbulence under a calm surface. I’m not even sure of that. Spikes of anger punched periodically out of a calm that I must consider, after all, laborious or artificial. It was as if my skull housed two minds and one was chugging calmly along in harmony with the incidents of the day, while the other was like that monster in Disney’s Night on Bald Mountain, hurling dark lightning to the left and right.

Two new singers in Cantaria, young, funny, like opening a window onto a garden. If we could get rid of some of the dead wood, most of it in my section, the air would be fresher, the garden greener.