Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
gurdonark

cloudfield

On the airplane yesterday, a Southern California mountain rose from the clouds as if the clouds were a white landscape, and the mountain an island. I wished I was standing on the treeline, just above the mountain, so that I could see the cloud from just above. On the flight back today, the swollen creeks cut through green fields, symbolic of something, evocative of everything.

I'm eager to get things done, to accomplish chores on my to-do list, and to make long-neglected health appointments. I'm ready to be ahead of the curve, and not slightly behind.
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