new world of headaches.

i got home, and the kittycat crawled on me. onto my chest, snuggled up next to my ear. a very happy way to get home.

it's raining, stormy, beautiful. heavy thunder, heavy air, soggy wet smells and that damp divine density that tumbles around you, sitting on the varanda, watching the rain.
i want to sit out there, and let it drench me heavy, soft solid. i know this is not a clever plan.

i want to photograph lace shawls hanging in the rain. white ones.
there is the sound of children laughing somewhere.

i haven't written a lot in years.
this always feels a little clumsy. but that's ok.

i'm listening to ani and feeling beautifully free, sitting in my apartment in my underwear on a hot stormy afternoon.

i can see lightning flickering beside me.