I’m sitting now listening to great rolls of thunder and waiting for some food to cook. I’m drying slowly, letting my hair release droplets that trail down my bare back. I’m also playing some music, a few demos from The Squarewaves, and drinking some mint tea. I’ve found myself appreciating simple pleasures such as these more often this week. They can be a distraction, as it’s hard to resist a great tea, a blissful song, a sweet rain, or exchanged soaked smiles, but these things are what gives life value through each day.
I’m listening to some Sage Francis now, so I decided to go take a look at his website to see what’s new in his journeys. There I came across a journal entry titled “RIP Turtle.” I’ve read it with the thunder still loud in my ears, which feels appropriate. In the entry he detailed the dilema of what to do with a dying turtle just crushed by his car wheel. One more reason I’m glad not to have one of those bulky things? You bet. Check Sage Francis out if you’re after intelligent hip-hop, by the way; his stuff’s solid.
Thunder remains here and I’m going to walk in it, to feel its shudder and be washed again.