orange? shiny red? green?

listening to teitur this morning as i type. moments of missing that old home slip in through the cracks. yesterday was a day of work; hammers and nails and sawdust and paint. a simple and great reminder of how rewarding physical toil can be, and how immediately tangible the progress. oh my dear progress, how obsessed with thee we humans are. it also served to remind me that i don't much care for construction work. nope. my soul protests.

the moment of the day, was driving down the street at dusk, the windows down, cool air running its course inland from the ocean, as a strange man in big pants and big boots, lunged, kicking a large {cantelope-sized} rock down the side of the road; his arms flailing and body shaking about. the convulsions of the mind shaking their way out through bones and blood and skin. he looked absolutely insane.

or perhaps it was the moment laughing at dinner about forthcoming silly things, like roadside haircut stands to raise money. haircuts and lemonade? or the bartering of ten pound bags of oranges. or perhaps it was sitting in that scooter shop, daydreaming of a sky blue vespa. orange? shiny red? green?

Posted by jeff pitcher at June 4, 2004 08:15 AM

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