If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Wednesday, August 14, 2013

This Morning


     In his sleep, the long fever broke. When he woke and went to the back door to let the dog out, he was startled by the change, by the cool air that greeted him. After so many weeks of bearing it, you expect the oppressive heat, the perspiration, the air laden with water, thick and hardly breathable. You begin to think that this is how things have always been and will always be. You adapt.

     The sky was perfectly clear, the sun just rising. The dog held its nose high, sniffing, as if in an unfamiliar place. He breathed in deeply too, the new, crisp air; shivered. Through his veins it felt as though some warm and electric liquid pumped. His body sang with possibilities. Thank you, he said, as if he had carried the month-long heat in his own body, as if the morning was a gift, a second chance at life.



5 comments:

  1. There is a crispness in the air and it feels so strange considering it is the middle of our summer season...

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  2. I'm reminded of my homeland, cool, crisp Summer days. Perfect.
    Hope you are feeling much better !
    ~Jo

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  3. it's a strange place, isn't it, a slippery slope of a place to locate, the place of transformation. you write it beautifully though, we adapt and expect, and then our expectations are broken. i'm beginning to see how not-that-smart we are.

    however the wisdom of the world to change!

    but i do like my ignorance. each time the change, i am bowled over like a baby.

    xo
    erin

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  4. Jo... I'm fine. Thank you.

    erin... the beauty of forgetting.

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  5. Autumn here we come.....! Crispness and light is such a beautiful exchange. It's dark by 9pm here and I'm loving it!

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