I'm noticing a pattern. Here I am sitting by another window. It's still raining.
Actually, there was a brilliant burst of light while I was cutting across the cemetery today and a rainbow sucked up the gray for about 10 minutes. That was pretty great. Unfortunately, the cloudraker got her groove back on in the end. I sloshed the rest of the way through in the wet reading aloud names off headstones. I don't know why I do that. I haven't got anything to name at the moment. I think it is kind of like looking at the shoes people wear... you get an intuitive sense about the way they see the world. With names, I suppose you get an intuitive sense about the way the world sees you. I like trying the name's on to see if they fit better than the one I have. Abrahm was a name I remember. I also found a white stone under a tree that belonged to Harry. I may have also found a Wesley because I kept thinking about the Dread Pirate Roberts. I don't think I would get on better in life as an Abrahm, Harry, or Wesley. I might do well as a pirate, however.
