Two agendas going on in my head this morning. One was a sort of feverish brat child pit in my stomach which may have been chemical, which was not undone, much to my disappointment, by the second.
Since I moved I've taken mental note of the slightest change in my surroundings. Position of the sun or change of breeze through my railroad apartment. Furniture is rearranged to accomadate my inner Feng Shui. Ice cubes are added, the fan is positioned just so. Then I see some more. This morning's lesson was the red sherbet served to the neighbor girl in a cone yesterday evening. That night the sun set while and I pointed out buildings across the East River like constellations. She seemed much more in tune with the atmosphere than I. Leash in one hand sunrise in theo other. She was leaving this morning for Iowa, to visit her grandparents on the farm. She left and I woke on a red sherbet sunrise morning, the sticky hands glazed through my window, down the hall of the flat and stuck to my bedroom door.