March 26, 2007
this morning walked in the rain. something about sky letting go frees me, frees my writing. argh. disrupted. gone the peace of mind i had when i walked back in. now my brain is going through chores and obligations i have to do. i feel myself getting cranky. i canít write when iím cranky. i had written a few lines about lightning, the age of reason, why i canít look into those eyes, the denial of thunder, and some cliche about swollen rivers. itís getting dark, too dark for me to see, as bob dylan wrote. heavenís door is closed.