Dusk

Driving
Windows Down
Scent of cut hay purfuming the hot, sticky evening air
Sun slides over the hazy blue mountian
Sending a cascade of red, shot through with white, in broad strokes, over the sky
Lumanicent green sparks appear in the meadow
Car stops, and I get out
Stand on top of the hill
On top of my world, breathe it in, deep, wanting to hold on to this feeling of perfect calm
This is a night for companionship
Wanting to share this with someone
But aside from my singularity, afraid to
Afraid my simple pleasures would fall to mockery, to sharp critisim.
Afraid that what I find here, no one else can, or will, and I am stuck in a beautiful solitude

So many fears, riding the edge of the calm...
But fears have no place here among the stars.

So I lay in the sweet grass, and simply... enjoy.

- K.

So, I'm at home. Still scraping, still priming and painting. Weather forcast sadly looks good for the weekend, so I'll be here, scraping and painting. At least there's the possibility of help many at some point. Maybe. I kinda hope.
It was the one weekend I hoped it was going to rain. Poo. And here I was all geared up to play with Oz and the Clan. *grumblemumblestupidweatherfutz*

I have a billion things churning in my head right now, so I think I'll leave it at that.
My home connection is down, this is the last night I'll be able to check things from my neighbor's... I may be around the greater Boston area thurs-fri, but I have to talk to some people...

- K.