Makes me nervous. Makes me think we're in for some punishment from the weather gods sometime soon. But I am enjoying it and even letting it come inside a bit to sweep the winter-stale air out. Ahhh.
February 9--Umberto Boccioni, Unique Forms of Continuity in Space. In the glowing red magma that bursts out of the fissure in the earth familiar shapes can be seen. Sela sits up on the rim of the caldera in the tropical night away from the sulfurous smells carried out to sea by the breeze that blows its delicately scented breath on her back. Her eyes roam over the red and yellow flow until one area captures her attention. There must be a boulder there forcing the lava up out of the glowing orange stream, she thinks at first, but then she is certain that her eyes are playing tricks. As the upflow splits it makes an inverted V shape that undulates until she sees firm thigh and calf muscles flowing down strong legs. then the molten rock pinches to shape a waist bolstered by the strong legs and, thrusting upward, spreading through a ribcage to broad shoulders. Sela trembles and all sounds are forgotten but the sizzle and rumble from the lava tube. She watches in awe as the form grows from the bulges and splashes of the fiery lava thrusting up from the earth. As waves of the red hot lava flow across the broad back, a head begins to form, angular and rough, above the shoulders. The wind shifts, blowing rain over the lava flow and Sela's perch. She tugs a rain poncho on and sits in the downpour watching the lava man she saw being created turn to stone in a billow of steam.
I was feeling bad that I'm a day behind but I have to admit I don't think I'd have written this yesterday afternoon at work.
--Barbara
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