January 26, 2010

Several times the next day, I ended up at my window, staring at the raging sky and wishing for calmer weather. Time slipped against itself, sandpaper-rough and grating, and I watched the seagulls dip and soar through the edges of the rainstorm. Jealous of their agenda, I picked the most merciful tasks from my list, and attempted, in my own way, to follow the updrafts of the afternoon.

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