Looking for some life magic. And found it in a big blow up of weather:
I have had some trouble concentrating and getting good blocks of study time. But today I made a schedule for myself and feel (ah, denial!) some modicum of control.
It's now 6:35pm; I'm just back from the 2nd trip to the gym today, and the sky is dark gunmetal,wounded periodically by lightning and (even better) claps and mumbles of thunder that is coming closer to us, with longer rumbles and louder (Oh snap: there goes Biggie, he's ready to climb into his thunderstorm closet, sure isn't behaving like his namesake!)
Fed the dogs with all the attendant drama from Rosie who makes the most obnoxious sounds, sort of a Regan (from The Exorcist. The sounds that little girl made at the start of her transformation - involuntary shudder - and then Inky's low barking that sounds vaguely hounds of hell-ish.) Hey, if this could draw Max von Sydow to me, it's seriously a good cause. And a magical one. Add in Thunderstorms and It's a terrific night. I mean come on, could you have more perfect weather when you're writing??? Ahhhhhhhhh here comes the rain.
I look out my first floor window, to the fence my father built to keep
the new neighbors away, but rain has no preferences,it comes down hard
and fast on the vines and hostas on our side and the neighbor's pointy thorny things with
"come to me" blossoms. Thunder/lightning don't care who will hate and who will
smile/goosebump.