Sunday’s never last…
On a beautiful sunny day, with the temperature peaking in the low 80’s, it was the perfect time to rest outside and catch up on some reading/writing. Laid out on the patio with the lagoon spread out before me, I tired myself with a pen and paper. Here’s an excerpt.
“At this very moment I am spying on a young alligator roughly fifteen feet away as it glides through a placid lagoon whose surface sits unfettered, like a sheet of glass. The gator is perhaps three to four feet in length, with very dark, almost black scales covering the length of its body. There is a slight yellow tinge around its eyes, which are infinitely black and void. At the moment, it is moving west across the water, away from me. It swims almost effortlessly, there is no visible energy being expended. With delicacy enough to stir not even the smallest of ripples, the creature can draw its crown above the surface of this murky brown body of water. It disappears and emerges seemingly at random from the abyss. Perhaps choosing to expose its eyes and nose for a brief moment, or maybe just the tip of its nose. Other times, its back arches and crests above the surface; a row of scales down its slowly swaying tail is visible. Maybe thirty feet away, on the south side of the pond, a baby gator is moving and finally comes to rest. It looks to be only a foot in length. I stalk silently, at times using binoculars to magnify the depth and clarity of my sight. I sit and I wonder, can I coax the gators ashore? Do I even want to? I make some cackling noises and watch for signs of life. It is Sunday in Georgia. All the world is at church right now. Bells ring in the distance, and my gator friends and I are basking in the sun, reading Faulkner and learning about one another.”
I spent the afternoon watching football and drinking. Had Chinese food for dinner, a place on Waters Ave. Then stopped at a convenience store for a white trash dessert. Came home, watched the Simpsons and Curb Your Enthusiasm and now the house is silent. I was bitten to death by mosquitoes and chiggers today. Georgia, as it is well documented, happens to be the “buggiest” state in the country. I don’t even think that is a real word, but I heard it somewhere the other day.
No pictures today. It was a lazy Sunday.
