Sunday, May 19, 2013

The sky is turning purple bruise and the wind is coming up and the ceiling fan on the porch is whipping the air like egg whites and Judy and Denise just left and Mr. Donkey next door is doing his series of hee-haw songs and the smallest leaves are caught in the wind and making sssh-sssh sounds and yes, oh yes, I need to go make supper but it's so beautiful out here on the porch and I smelled the ozone and somewhere nearby it is raining and it's like knowing that somewhere nearby someone is having The Sex, it's that powerful, that beautiful.

Oh, come on rain. We want you.


  1. I want some of that! The Sex. Sweet Jo

  2. That whole thing made me smile.

  3. I think it's pretty much guaranteed that someone nearby is having The Sex at any given moment. (Depending on your definition of nearby.)

    I love donkey sounds. Haven't heard one in years.

  4. It is raining here today. I'm glad to be home and listening to the rain.


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