Drip and drizzle and the sky can only be describe as ominous.
I took all that trash and the gates were not open except for one small one and there was no attendent but people were walking their bags through and dumping them anyway and I did too. People on their way to work, dressed nicely rushing through the just-starting rain. Me wearing overalls and not rushing much at all. It's not cold so who cares if I get a little wet?
And the rain came down.
That Stones song came to my brain so I'm giving it to you. Mick wiggles his ass, Charlie Watts smiles if you stick with it long enough, Ron Wood plays guitar, Keith Richards plays and smokes and kicks a TV and pretty people drink and make out and the rain falls down.
Pretty much sums up how I'm feeling today and I better shake it 'cause I gotta be Mer Mer here in a little while and Mer Mers aren't supposed to be singing lyrics like, "Just vomit on the ground." Although Owen did vomit the other night and it was his first experience in memory of that particular body function and as it does, it freaked him out and he cried to his mama, "What wrong with me? I sorry, Mama."
He got over it and was fine as a fiddle the next morning. Who knows where these things come from? He talked about it last night and seems now to view it as a sort of adventure. Adventures In Puking, as it were.
Well. Here's a sky and it's gray. Here is brown-leaf covered earth. Here is a day for us to be in and as such, it deserves respect.
There are also these.
There is also this.
There is color and even glory. And a watchful eye and Keith Richards playing guitar. Just gotta look. Just gotta see.
January 2, 2013. Lloyd, Florida. If you feel like it, tell me where you are and what it looks like there today. This is my window, let me see through yours.