For me, days like today can go on for weeks or even months. I like the sun going in and out of the clouds, and the cool breeze that makes sleeping so luxurious. What would make the day complete would be a nice, noisy thunderstorm rolling in just after I turn out the light. That would be excellent. There's nothing like a little rain with some thunder and lightning to make me snuggle in and sleep like a log.
5 May--Eugene Delacroix, Tiger and Snake. It made the smallest of noises as it moved inside the bush. The merest crackle of a dry branch vibrated in the moist heat of the afternoon and silence fell. The cicadas ceased their monotonous buzz that cut the humid air like a sharpened chainsaw cuts wood. Even the breeze that had been rustling through the fronds stalled. The tiger's fur raised so that the cat seemed to inflate or even levitate. It turned its soft green eyes toward the snap and those eyes measured the opportunity. The snake's own green eyes weighed the cat's threat and it spread its jaws to hiss at the tiger, making more noise than the space that it occupied. Not willing to risk disappointment, the tiger moved on while the snake retreated, giving the impression that it left reluctantly. One can not allow one's foes to gain the upper hand.
A good day's words.
--Barbara
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