...that winter left the mid-Atlantic, and with it, Naomi's mutant power of developing lizard skin.
And also, apparently, Naomi's ability to concentrate on things like school work and tests that are happening in 24 hours.
We've had the most gorgeous-bordering-on-disgustingly-hot weather for the past couple of days. Today is overcast and drippy, but the green of the grass and the leaves is so vibrant and alive that it really isn't a "curl up and sleep" sort of cloudiness. It's aching with the promise of now.
That's how I feel these days - aching with the promise of now. Promises mean anticipation and future awesomeness and "wait and see, it's gonna be great!" but I'm living now. In the present tense.
So I ache.
And wonder what to do and where I'll go and how it all works out, only to conclude that it WILL work out, somehow and all I can do is my best, right now, so quit thinking, start doing and....
it's finals week. why am i blogging? :-P
1 comment:
You're right about it being an exquisitely beautiful week--something about this peaceful, wet, gray weather makes all the colors and flowers and leaves softer, like you could sink into them. Not miserable-feeling like last week's wet weather. (What is this, England? Why are we differentiating between types of rainy days?)
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