july feels like early april

the air conditioner and a track on a burning candle chilled my skin on the ride back.
i've been singing in hopelandic since i got home.

it feels weird, freeing, to finally be rid of those feelings. i like living in the present; cliché: but every day feels like a new adventure. every morning i wake up is new year's day.

i had a strange dream yesterday morning. firstly, the fact that i dreamed was amazing, since my R.E.M. cycle hasn't brought me eyelid shows in what seems like forever. i was dancing in this dream, i really was. with someone i don't even think exists.

my perfect winter would be to go to montana the last week of december, walk across sealy lake, and then hole up the corner upstairs room of the ten-person cottage and watch the snow fall to the gray beat of a blood bank. vernon, how you soothed my soul in the midst of last year's cold.

this is the kind of weather to ride a bike in, and i did. i'm buying one, soon. i feel energized.

one more month. nothing momentous, but one more month until i am reminded all over again. i hope that in one more month, that day will bring me another storm. and red velvet cake. i say i need it.

-d