what can I say, within the scope of possibilities allowed by 300 words, to prove to you once and for all that I am human?
Would it be to show you that I noticed the early morning fog crawl itself back through the tall spires of the eucalyptus(more) trees that line the backyard of my childhood.
Or would it be to let you know that I am hungry as hell, and what nothing more than a been and cheese burrito, with fresh cut tomato salsa and a small bag of recently fried tortilla chips served in a small bowl, still warm? (less)
the machine is always on. it never stops. Its whirling, its twirling, its clever little levers leave us in amazement and dreamy silence . hypnotizing us before it moves forward and crushes us under its oversized cogs.
The promise of the morning opening with the new day and announced by the sun rising over the ocean sparkling through the open window. The wafts of the coffee, already brewing, brought a feeling of purpose and clarity I hadn’t felt in a while. I grabbed a large mug and(more) made my way to my favorite chair to write.
Lost in thought - philosophizing. About what I don’t quite remember now.
I must have been taken with whatever it might have been as I didn’t hear the gurgling from the toilet until it was too late. By this time, the crap was backed up, stalled from its ultimate destination and making its way out into the hallway.
Maybe that is what I had been thinking about. (less)
the path to the market wound through the minds and the imaginations of my brother and me. first starting out in the woods outside our house, we rounded the corner behind the back gate and made our way out into the fields.
from the top of the hill out past(more) the north pasture I remember looking back - once - and seeing the little lights from my fathers study. on - dull glow - warm shine escaping from the corners around the edges of the drapes - sharp rays splintering into a cold night.