today it is raining in seattle. the liquid is leeching down the screenless windows of my small bedroom and leaking a chill through the single panes. it’s pouring, and i can feel the thunder. the electricity has been out for awhile. lightning must have hit some major power line. it’s pouring outside -- in my mind.
it’s actually eighty-five degrees in the northwest and not even a drop of dew dripping from a single veiny leaf. i wish it was raining because it’s seattle, and it’s supposed to. where’s the gloom?
tonight i’m going to make a vegetarian dinner. not because i would ever think of permanently leaving the land of hotdogs or bbq, but because i want to try something new. maybe some sort of casserole. the kind that looks disgusting and tastes wonderful.
even though one is supposed to wait thirty minutes after eating to swim, i will go straight towards a non-salty body of water. the sun will still be high even though it will be late. i will decide to make the best of this weather. maybe i’ll jump from the high dive into Green Lake with the heat pushing me towards the swaying algae the lake takes its name from. someone told me today that sometimes this underwater forest grows so thick and so tall that they (whoever they is) shut the lake down to expunge the plant from its muddy floor. scuba divers equipped with weed-whackers manufactured for underwater use probably traipse out of government vans with their flippers already on. maybe they wield some rusty clippers for the edge work. kids would sit on the banks with overgrown bumblebees flying over their heads. they would dip their toes in the warm water and wait not so patiently with small sighs for the lake-gardeners to finish their deforestation.
