Sickness

So apparently lately I've only really written about philosophy and theology and abstract notions. Now my mind has swung back into step with the rest of reality, or at least as close as it will ever get. I'm sick. Which is what usually kills the higher life for me. All I can focus on is the fact that my chest hurts and my head hurts and I feel like I'm about to explode. Lovely, isn't it?

But I didn't start this blog thing to complain about inflamed bronchial tubes. I just wanted to say that despite not feeling well, the sun still shines, the birds still chirp and the cicadas are loud as ever this year. I'm in that wonderful time of day called dusk, when everything is brilliant greens and browns and reds and golds. The curtain of life seems drawn away for a second and I see everything as if I was an eight year old again, merry as a lark and content to be outside and play my little games from seven in the morning until seven at night.

The butterfly bush is about five days from full bloom, the black eyed susans are doing nicely as well. Everything has survived the heat waves (record heats of 100-105 for two weeks!) more or less intact.

Good day for now,