2012-05-03 - 7:52 a.m.
unfolding as it should
beside the pasture, there was a swaying clump of daisies. i remembered picking my way through a field of similar flowers toward the end of a hot day, nearly ten years ago. i had been welcoming the cool slant of shadows, and then i realized i was racing nightfall to the trailhead.
suddenly, with my whole body, i remembered the body i used to have.
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reading: tables of data.
listening to: young magic - slip time.
working on: dissertation writing.
in the garden: the Kniphofia buchananii are drawing humming birds. this graceful little poker lily is my particular favorite.