8/7/12

7/30 well past midnight (excerpt from journal)

It is a rather hot and humid night. You can tell autumn is nearing - or at least that we are currently living the inbetween of summer and autumn, hobbling between the line of two seasons; start of August unraveling before us. Recent days have been a mess of halcyon summer days and September thunder storms. I am sitting in the kitchen writing this as a thunderstorm rages out. It has been years since I last beheld such fierce storm with thunder roaring mighty, rain ouring down in gallons and lightning striking the black night skies blue, electric blue. I feel a bit restless with all this. There might have been a time when I deemed storms intriguing and used to watch them in awe sitting on balconies - but that is well in the past for I can just barely bear listening to all this violent noise in the dead of the night which is usually most calm and silent.
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And this is where my mother woke up and joined me in the kitchen. We drew the curtains and spent the next few hours watching the storm. That feeling I had years ago when we used gather on the balcony to watch the storms seems so distant now. Strange how things change, how I bore of everything that used to excite me. This thought haunts me because I don’t want to lose these feelings, to become someone who is indifferent to everything.

1 comment:

  1. What a lovely, bittersweet journal entry, my Lena. xx (You're very lucky that you can tell autumn is over the horizon. It just feels like summer here. Summer, summer, summer. Begone, I say!)

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