Seriously though, I'm sitting in red lamp light, drinking gin, stewing and thinking bitter thoughts while I idly stroke my certainly-evil cat. All I need is a lightning flash, and I think I can count on one soon.
In the meantime, since I refuse to say any more about a day that actually had a lot of good in it if I could stop finding myself so kin with the weather---a quote from Rilke, whom I dislike and think of as often overquoted:
...something new has entered us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy embarrassment, everything in us withdraws, a silence arises, and the new experience, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it all and says nothing.
-Letters to a young poet
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