Every minute has been ushered in by pattering rain on the roof. Endless sound, sweeping waves of it. It woke me in the night and has kept me constant company today. I’ve been working the chat room, my intelligence being sucked away point by point by nattering children. Tonight we go dance with umbriel. They’re in town from Toronto, chance allowing us a chance to meet over in L.A. I like how life works out sometimes. If weather permits, Alastair and I are going to stay overnight in town. It would be a blessing of the highest order, but flooding may keep us away. The water is rising and sweeping over trees in some areas, the gutters rivers clocked at too fast an hour.
There’s a fire in the grate, joss sticks in with the quietly crackling wood. Thick scent rising like stars, curling smoke fists to the ceiling sky. It reminds me of a Saturday in the forest I may never actually have had, dreams of pine needles under bare feet and climbing gray stones. The summer feeling that the endless stairs leading up from a beach impart, sun sliding between the branches of tall evergreens to fall in patches that splatter the shade with gold and burnished brown.