Thursday, August 19, 2010

August 19, 2010

It's still gray, weighing gently down so only some things stand out. This morning walking the dog I saw 23 white mushrooms. Earlier while I was sitting Ambrose called out that a cardinal had landed in the bush outside the window. A white squirrel bounced across the road. I saw a stop sign and a piece of sandpaper. Everything was still quiet. With the mushrooms and the gray sky clearly the water element is strong and all green things vibrate intensely, patches of grass electric, reaching. When I came home Ambrose called out the window. His talking toy had suddenly said something new.

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