Monday, April 24, 2006

The Sun

This morning I was awoken from a dream involving driving around Seattle being pursued by a semi with police lights and sirens to the relentless abuse of the local rail lines' horns. At Six A.M., the sun well up and the sky clear, and the train conductor decides he has a desperate need to be heard as well as seen. Heard for a mile around at least. Then, upon rising, I find that there is no point in the westerly half of my room where the sun is not directly in my eyes if I face anywhere near the window. Great, then, a morning of abuse, and we are off to a rocking start here at the Wizard Belt Project.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Tara said...

Let's see some words!

9:12 PM  

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