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Jul. 2nd, 2001
Standing on the roof of my garage in the middle of a thunderstorm, face turned up to catch the rain. Hearing my friends talking on the back porch, meat sizzling on the grill.
Watching the sky darken like a stain for the second day in a row, and witnessing another storm: bigger, fiercer, louder than the day before.
Last night my missing Buffy tape was returned to me, I had forgotten that I loaned it to them. Joyous recovery!
Last night I saw the night sky, painted not black but a midnight blue, illuminated by the moon, and watched pale grey and blue clouds stretch into fingers and fantastic shapes, the moon fading and coming into view as they passed.
Last night I dreamed that I was loved and in love.
Watching the sky darken like a stain for the second day in a row, and witnessing another storm: bigger, fiercer, louder than the day before.
Last night my missing Buffy tape was returned to me, I had forgotten that I loaned it to them. Joyous recovery!
Last night I saw the night sky, painted not black but a midnight blue, illuminated by the moon, and watched pale grey and blue clouds stretch into fingers and fantastic shapes, the moon fading and coming into view as they passed.
Last night I dreamed that I was loved and in love.