Okay, it's a quarter 'til eight on the morning of July 21st, 2007. This is the first summer morning I've seen in a long time, and frankly it's the most beautiful. The sun is gold, and the nighttime mists are still roiling off of the arkansan mountains. There is a chill breeze floating through the trees and across my bare legs (which is good because my laptop is sitting on them).
I've finished reading what I will hereafter believe to be the best book series I've ever read, and my puppy dog is frolicking across the yellow green crab grass, and trying to jump up onto the bed of the truck I'm sitting on to get to me.
This is the most beautiful day I've seen, and it's only been going for an hour and a half maybe.
My mother's amarylis stands in tall pink bloom over to the right, and the fuschia crepe myrtles sway in front of me and also to my left, although I cannot see them from here.
An insistant cricket is determining to tell me the morning, while a blue jay and a woodpecker join in chorus.
Just gorgeous.
( lol more spoilers )I don't know if I want to go to sleep yet. Everything in the world is so awake, and there's no reason why I shouldn't be also.
I haven't even checked the intarwebz in twelve hours!