enough of That.
So last night I stayed up late late, caught up with all of you for the first time in a long while. I stayed up until I couldn't, and I slept through until my usual 5am waking. Crazy ass cinematic nightmares featuring spiders of every kind size and number. Good lord. What was that about? Anyway, glad I slept but I do feel a bit like crap, like I pulled an all-nighter, that heavy armed, heavy brained feeling of moving through mud, and a hole in my chest like emptiness surrounded by fluttery oddness.
On my way home from yoga last night, it was after 8, twilight, and the sky was streaked with lavender and peach. There is a field filled with tall dried golden grass, and the field lies not quite flat. Sometimes there are sheep in that field, but not lately. And since the ice storm, there are thick downed branches. Last night fog was rising from that golden grass, and the color of the grass, the glowing lavender fog, the softness of the light and the soft folds of the field, and the sharp dark branches close to the road, Oh it was so lovely. I pulled off and watched through the trees that line the road-- watched the fog rise and move, watched the glowing light.