The Heat of the Day

At 0930 this morning, the daily steambath of outdoor living kicks in.

Sweatbees and yellow jackets sniff around the garage. Insects buzz in the trees.

Here together, seeking different goals, all of us social beings, chemical combos finding a niche in open 3D (4D? 5D? 8D?) space...

Thanks to the faces of the future: Marcelino, Susan, Ezra, Emily, Imara; Steve, for demonstrating the Pandigital Novel at Bed Bath & Beyond.

Beside me in the garage, an old VT100 terminal, thermocopier, and Winchester[?] disk drive.

What eats the leaves of the ironweed?

Minute particles float in the air by the minute.

A hawk passes a few feet overhead - probably explains the absence of squirrels in the yard. What happened to the hawk-sized dragonflies?

When I was a kid, I dreamed of putting up a net between trees, catching and tagging birds, but I never did, knowing the singular focus and dedication to avian interests such an endeavor involved.

I learned my lesson without learning my lesson - those at the peak of their game/career/hobby are in a space, a zone, a special place all their own.

To all of you who have given your all to exist in that mind-and-body meld, I thank you. Politicians, parents, scholars, athletes, entrepreneurs, hobbyists, pilots, cooks/chefs, employees, managers/supervisors, writers, publishers, editors, artists, executive assistants, carpenters, soldiers, sailors, mechanics, teachers, administrators, electricians, machine operators, nurses, doctors, accountants, lawyers, engineers and scientists (the whole phone book and then some!)

Seven billion different ways to socialise.

Goldfinches stop by the bird bath to drink and bathe.

You are me and I you. We emphasise our uniquenesses, which are not the same as our differences, more like subtle shades of our likenesses.

I am an old, weak man, prone to poorly reflecting my emotional state in the moment, subject and subjected to the influences/stimuli of the surrounding environment. I forgive myself for fomenting the fallacy of the image of me upon the world but the temptation of being me is too great!