occoquan1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The narrative continues, a story of heat and light, the decay of death, a prayer for cooling rain Afternoon. The sun so hot that the moisture boils of the skin. Stepped out briefly to pour liquid life on the garden, then returned to the coolness of the shadows. Not ready to face the day. Hum of the air conditioner drones on...it's comforting in its own way, providing that artificial environment we all so take for granted. Again, the sky has whited out. Oppressive. And this is just July. By months end, the green boughs of the trees will be parched and browning. And August is waiting like a hungry predator, preparing to pounce. The river, flowing nearby, twists like a fetid serpent, the stink of biological decay hanging low in the air. Where are these promised storms? I dream of rain. 1:15 p.m. - 07-02-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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