Friday

  • after shepherding the essay from todo to done (a long difficult essay that I can no longer judge the merit of), today became a quiet day, graced with the lightest of blue skies and plumules of stratocumulus above the ridgeline
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  • looking up from my desk in the study at the moment of three corellas, sharp titanium white in X-wing formation, caught in that sun that bathes from under the clouds when it is down low, near the horizon
  • that I wrote “plumules of stratocumulus”