3:00 Thursday August 30, 2012

I wander the kitchen, bored. Standing on the edge of the step down into the living room, I observe a shaft of sunlight falling from the skylight onto a basket overflowing with notebooks. The ceiling fan whirrs and clicks above me, false wind in contrast to the rustling leaves outside. Through the smudged window I see the branches making dark patterns shifting on the sunny driveway. The fan, the wind and the wind-chimes blend together into one silence. Books and papers clutter the living room table, an incomplete to-do list, Christmas coasters, a red composition book and the laptop computer. I click the lid open to record my rambling thoughts. Behind me a disheveled bookshelf, a mess of wires on the floor to my right. The wireless modem cords make shadows on the sunlight against the white wall. To the left side of the computer screen I can see the branches of the hemlock tree in the front yard waving in the wind against the blue sky. Keys click. Moments are recorded. The last few days of a busy summer. There’s things to do. But for now, I let my thoughts ramble on.