March 26, 2002 ~ Waiting for Something to Burst

I feel as if I've been holding my breath all day, just waiting for something to burst. The sky felt the same way.

When I got to the college, early this morning, I couldn't bear to sit in my stuffy office, so I took my book outside, overlooking the mountains, as the wind shifted and a front started to blow in. As I read, the clouds became more ominous. Two geese flew overhead. Everything was waiting for the rain.

It didn't come until noon, right as I got out of class. Suddenly, the sky sighed, let go its burden. The smell of fresh ozone. I walked in it, grinning, getting wet, while other students ran for cover. The thunder drowned out the roar of a hundred conversations in the cafeteria, and I sat on the balcony, looking out the upper windows at the same mountains as before, this time shrouded with clouds.

My thesis topic has been (tentatively) approved. I can now work in earnest.

Footnotes:

weather: Ah. Rain. And thunder. Beautiful clouds all day, too.

bookmarked: Ecology and Religion: Ecological Spirituality in Cross-Cultural Perspective by David Kinsley.

writing focus: Thesis outline.

observation: If you could have seen the clouds...

random referrals: Okay, I finally feel dirty. Someone found my site searching for "not wearing a bra." But what's amusing is that they got the infamous X10 Cam entry. On the other hand, I got a search referral that made me smile. I come up as #8 in a Google search for "powder on butterfly's wing" because of this entry where I posted the short story, "Wing of the Butterfly."

cooking: Morgan made some great polenta and roasted vegetable stacks for dinner tonight.

mood: Relieved.

journal land:

"One of the most sympathetic female physiotherapists I've ever met took my hands very seriously indeed, massaging them, showing me what exercises would help and how to do them and, bliss upon bliss, immersing them in hot wax, wrapping them in towels, and letting the gentle heat get right into every tired and sore joint for half an hour before massage and exercise under a heat-lamp. She warned me about trying the hot wax at home but told me, rightly, that holding the hands in very warm water until the pain went away and then doing the exercises under the water was just about as good."

~ From an all around great entry by John of Journal of a Writing Man.