The fountain in the middle of the pond flowed freely, with the light illuminating the mist. Later, when I walked, I heard a staccato clicking. The sound reminded me of a kind of typewriter with melody. As I came closer, I saw it was the pinging of water against a portion of the water sprinkler. Before that, I passed people standing in the dark, speaking about vacation. Big lakes like Lake MIchigan are nice, one said, because there are no waves. I walked in the darkness and thought about eclipses.
Breakfast: organic frosted flakes and skim milk Lunch: broccoli, carrots, dill pickles and two slices of pepperoni pizza Dinner: beef patty and pork loin on sliders, salad
(lovingly copied by hand from Dreamwidth by the LiveJournal cyber-angels)