April 23, 2013

In dreams I entered a painting contest. I thought my work was best, but the work of a rival (I knew him in the dream, but not in real life) won the prize. When they auctioned the paintings for charity, in a gesture of good will I bid on the rival painting. But, I was outbid and ended up without prize and without painting. This caused bitter resentment in me, that only ended when I woke up.

Slept late. It is dawn. The sky is greenish and some harsh bird sings from the telephone wires.

April 23rd has always been one of my favorite days of the year. Maybe Shakespeare, maybe high spring.