It's really early in the morning, and that Davis wind is up again, blowing the trees against our builidng. We're signing a new lease, which means we don't have to move apartments (thank goodness), but it also means we are in Davis for another year at least. I can handle that (talk to me in twelve months). But yes, it appears that Fall / Autumn is upon us now, though it still isn't time for my trusty scarves. Yesterday was quite warm, not that I really left the building much. I like this very-early-morning, before-five-am feeling. When I was a kid and would stay up all night listening to the radio, drawing, writing, reading, waiting for the sun to rise above the mist and the trees in Watling Park, bringing with it that strange damp odour of morning dew and the alarm call of early birds hi-ho-ing off to get the worms, this was always my favourite time of day. Pete time, I suppose you'd call it. I do miss looking out of a window in the morning at the world waking up. Ok my window in Burnt Oak looked out only over Burnt Oak, but when the air is still and the noisy folk are asleep it aint so bad. In Charleroi I had the best window of all, thirteenth floor, overlooking le pays noir. And in France, I overlooked an Aixois housing estate, with rugged hills in the background. I can't see much out of my window now except for rocking silhouettes of trees to a soundtrack of the freeway and the freight trains.
pete time
10.10.06 13:08
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