Sunday, February 18, 2001

 

1:49 a.m. Just a pretty flower, so that you may feast your eyes. It's a hanging fuschia, hanging right outside the kitchen door, blooming continuously, including this month. Right in the middle of February, right outside my kichen door. Paradise.

2:22 a.m. Should be writing, shouldn't be reading and drifting and reading some more. The night is slipping away. I will fix this little problem up in the morning, after my juice, during my coffee. Thoughts will bloom, here on the morning side of the kitchen door.