#111
Cold today. The dog is curled into a ball, a black hole, on the sofa all day. The wind is cutting down from the slopes. The sun passes behind luxurious big clouds. The birds keep bay at the feeder. I know that the restaurant will be busy, it always is on cold days. It brings people out for a warm meal, food that fills the belly till rupture. I’ll have the smell tonight, the stink, the wash the hair and body smell, the “do not go to bed before washing” smell.
In the yard oranges fall from the tree signaling that they are ready, that their time has come, release, be free, juice me! I do, every morning. The grinding of the pointy juicer against the fruit, louder than it should be, cold because I leave the oranges outside till morning, pulling them in when the dog runs out for his business.
A three part plan of coffee, juice, food. Doesn’t end, will go on for ever. The three part plan.