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.
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My days have been shackled by the oppressive gray heat, the lack of true communication with another living beauty, the onslaught of multi-colored vertical signs advertising something to someone somewhere... everywhere... everywhere... where am I, the caustic truck fumes on my scooter sojourns to and from work (not really sojourns but still beautiful treks through mosquito-strewn, rice-paddy roads). I long for the cool shimmering vast sparkle of a California ocean; even a lake would do. I would embrace the algae. I would clip the wavering slime and cook it up with some egg, onion, paprika, mushroom, and tomato. That's pretty much what they're serving up out here anyway, and look at me. I'm as fit as a fiddle. (What the fuck does "fit as a fiddle" mean anyway?) My only advice is to embrace the heat so you can appreciate the coolness all the more. Come precipitous refreshment, come!
Really wish I got to know you better. Keep listening to that thump in your chest and chisel out the rhythm of your life. It's always there. Most people ignore it. Not you. Not me. Don't forget to open your eyes.
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