see the constellations ride across the sky

I think the clouds are something like people. Fast moving and changing—ever-changing. Temperamental, I suppose that’s one of the reasons why we’re so unreliable sometimes, unreliable in the sense that we’re always moving, always changing. There’s something beautiful about that though. I was sitting out on the porch just now looking at the clouds after the rain. They were moving so fast; there were gaps, speeding gaps, as the gray wisps parted to reveal the pink clouds of sunset behind them. Like fog in front of a canvas. It makes you glad you were there to see it. I guess that’s why it’s so nice when you meet certain people and have those rare moments, because that’s what you know they are—just moments. Fleeting moments. And you should be so glad you met them at the time you did.

I’m afraid of changing, but there might not be much of anything to fear, no fear of the death card. It can just mean new beginnings.

I saw my future crystal clear just now for some reason. The future seems so far off, so distant and unsure. Time is in moments; you forget sometimes that the future when present will move just as it does now, slowly. There will be time. I was staring at the white wooden post of our porch and pictured that someday it could be just like that, on my own porch, the cars going by in the rain, that quiet and still. It’ll be like that sometimes, too. There will be down time, there will always be time to reconsider and sit. What do we have to fear?

Perhaps because the clouds are so fleeting we look to the stars. But I think there’s something joyous in both.




Current book: Global Brain by Howard Bloom
Current sound: Jess's ring and Heroes by David Bowie