I've been here for the last ten minutes and tried to collect my thoughts into some form of cohesive pattern or process. No Luck, Chuck.
Everything is swirly and fetal and unformed, and the hour is late, the house quiet, the night soft.
The lake is warm already. I swam today. It was too warm to be refreshing and yet still somehow it was. I paddled about for an hour with geese and goslings and yellow jewel dragon flies and swallows and butterflies and the occasional loud buzz of boat out in the middle. I don't even remember what I thought about, or if I thought about anything at all.
Sometimes, you have a taste for something in your head, and you hope you can make it happen. Most times, it's not quite what you imagined it would be but sometimes, oh sometimes, it's even better than you hoped for. Tonight's dinner was exactly that for me. It was perfect, and delicious and hot and garlicy and spicy and asian and wonderful. I ate a lot of it.
My friend shared this link with me yesterday. It is heavenly. I think everyone should listen to it many times.
See? I told you nothing cohesive was happening today.