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2011-01-17 - 9:54 p.m.

when life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless

in the dark, i walked from home back to work. at first the rain was barely weightless mist on my hair and shoulders, but then it gathered strength and poured over me in rivulets. soaked to the bone. now i've made a cup of tea in the break room and draped my wet jacket over the office heater.

it's funny, how anything can become as easy as a habit.

* * *

Anoche cuando dormía
soñé ¡bendita ilusión!
que una colmena tenía
dentro de mi corazón;
y las doradas abejas
iban fabricando en él,
con las amarguras viejas,
blanca cera y dulce miel.

- antonio machado

* * *


reading: the paper i'm reviewing.
listening to: the heat clicking on and off.
working on: reviewing a paper.
in the garden: if dan is hired here permanently, i will start a mushroom garden in the back yard.


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