Yesterday as I wrote this I was sitting outside looking from Northeast to Southeast. I was also contemplating the fact that I hadn’t posted in quite some time. It was raining, so I said to myself, “get into the rain”, and I did. I saw its steady dimpling of a pool in the foreground and listened to its sound, metal roofs, you know. I looked through it, it softens the background. I’ve often said “in Florida, even the bad weather is good”, ha, ha! I haven’t posted lately. Recently I’ve moved[rare for me] from one island to another. Moving, and the inevitable disruption that accompanies it, is unsettling, is it not? That probably explains my current malaise. I’ve dug a hole, and now,fuck me to death, I’ve got to climb out of it.
Islander.