late august & september in los angeles. sometimes humidity. almost always air conditioning. when the sun slides between the gold-rimmed clouds and begins it's western arc over to the other side of the world. well, when that happens. we get some relief. i flip off the a/c and throw a box fan in the window. whir whir whir go the blades. cool down.
i feel better with the windows open. the world is out there. and i can hear it!
night birds with their clicking noises.
the neighbors are laughing.
dogs are communicating with other dogs.
i'm inside drawing maps of imaginary places.
and letters made of bones. that was an accident.
these things. they calm me.
and by the time this post arrives on the blog in the morning the weekend will almost be starting.
and it's going to be a long one.