Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

downhill saturday

I fell asleep this morning with the sun shining down on me through the window. The combined warmth of the blankets and the sun surrounded me as I lay there looking out at the sky. Maybe I was more tired than I thought, because I was completely relaxed. I might even say that it was the most content that I have felt in a long time. For that brief moment everything seemed right in the world. I couldn't think of a single worry as I slowly drifted away for the afternoon.

Four hours later that feeling of contentment was replaced by grogginess. Soon the grogginess gave way to a general numbness and then I went to work.

 
written input at the moment: Cold Mountain - Charles Frazier
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