in the final days before embarking upon an eleven-day journey westward, the quiet and the grass is making me wistful. last night we had what i hope to be the extent of violent weather that i will see for the next two weeks, three lines of thunderstorms passing over the house during the late afternoon and early evening hours. endless rumors about funnel clouds spotted and perhaps even evidence of tornados just one town over were thrown about on the local news stations. but aside from a fairly close lightning strike, we seemed to get the tame side of the storm. a rainbow was stretching across the sky during the last bout of activity.

i am cheating by listening to a roadtrip mix tape early, realizing that i still haven't taped a few LPs that i won't be able to listen to over the summer. there are always things that get left behind & left undone. trying to at least clean up my space so i won't find a disaster whenever i return.

it's been a whirlwind of unfocused energy.