Saturday, February 23, 2019

I sit in my reading chair and think it is too early to go to bed.  I yawn, hear wind start up outside,  metal hitting metal.  A car roaring up the hill, and I yawn some more.  Still too early to turn off the light for the evening.  More yawns, heavy eyes, it is time.

As my eyes adjust I see dark birds perched on the waves.  A school of porpoises jump out of the water heading north east.

An older couple walk slowly on the dry sand.  He leans over and picks up trash and she uses a metal grabber.  Both are carrying litter bags.  They come up to the parking lot and put the bags of trash in their car.

I am trapped with four books partially read.  I had forgotten that I should finish one book before starting another. The characters are migrating between the books and on to my street.  The two top books are THE STAND by Stephen King, a long dystopian book and THE NIGHT TIGER by Yangsze Choo, a mystery story about Malaysia.  Yesterday I saw a man blowing his nose and I thought he was dying.  Thank you Stephen King.