April 15, 2004
I'm in the country now and look past the wooden shutter opened against the computer monitor. See oak trees and sloping green land. The only sound is the computer gurgling. I hear the bathroom faucet drip. Outside I know that the only sound is that of a miniature plane, the combined hum of many aggressive flies. They like to follow me when I walk. In the summer they try to get past my eyeglasses to dive into my eyes. There goes a jackrabbit up the path. He stopped and looked back at me when I stood for a better view.