like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
no longer writing in the third person
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
it is hopeful
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.