why is it
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that I only think of visiting,reading and writing here when it's close to my bedtime?... Rhetorical, really. I've always been a night owl and get more pensive as the hours creep toward morning. It's nearly midnight and I can see the sun setting hues through new leaves on the birch tree out my window, It won't set all the way this time of year. It will dip and curtsy toward twilight, leaving just a slice on the horizon, and ascend again brightly by 3:00 A.M. It doesn't do much good to think what I would and did prestroke in my Summers; but I do think about the last time I hiked at midnight along a ridge and sat on the grass and breathed in those colors that defy paint or cameras, as you can't capture the essence and trill of our ancestry witnessing the events of the sky.
I'm into audio books lately and finished my run of the incomparable Margret Atwood and her absolute succinct prose in expressing the truth in human nature and experience. *tips hat* Tonight, I've started listening to 'Gimp by Mark Zupan http://en.wikipedia...._Zupan_(athlete) I'd seen his documentary prestroke and can now have, if not a more appreciative view, a more empathetic view. I was wowed by his accomplishments when I first saw him and now there is depth to my wow.
Half the people I talk to in the rehab gym are spine injuries and I'd like a better understanding of the conditions and the ability to ask inoffensive questions with some idea of the variances in damage.Nearly as interesting as stroke, nearly. : )
My eyes are getting fuzzy and there is only a creamsicle of color left in the sky. It must be time to be responsible and get some sleep.
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