July is flying by and I can’t believe we will be opening up our restaurant in a few weeks or that my daughter will be going back to school soon. I’ve been editing here and there. Not writing enough. But having the gall to pull out old drafts written on envelopes, index cards of varying sizes, thinking that I would be able to digest these small bites into finished works. Instead, I have paper here and there, everywhere!
We are getting a lot of rain. Storms that bring that cracking thunder and lightning that opens up a room. I had to drag myself out of bed to close the window or otherwise sacrifice good sleep to Zeus. Ha! Now, I’m moving about in the haze that interrupted sleep keeps me in.
I plan on attacking one of these short pieces I probably mentioned in another post about seagulls and mourning. It is the right piece for a day like today that feels like I’ve lost something. Time? Focus? Vita?
But I have found this joyful photo of La bella Ella taken by Carl Van Vechten, 1940:
We had our first thunderstorm yesterday afternoon. It was delightful!