December 12, 2007
Mood number four
I've gotten into a blue mood, diary but I know your creaky keys are willing to hear me out. Listening to a bunch of Angelo Badalementi scores only clarifies the feeling. I replaced the bearings in one of the scareowls that guard the widow's walk from gulls and such. When I got above the roofline I was startled to see the ocean was a flat sheet of slate blue, unchanging in color as the water raced toward the horizon. It was like pallet knife had scraped one of those colors from that PBS painting program across the bottom of the sky. I am growing my hair out for charity, diary.