Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Noticing

Noticing how I miss my novel when I don't have time in a day to work on it. How I think about how to round out a character. How I carried the folder around all day in hopes of having 30 minutes; or 15; or even 5.

Noticing how much better I feel after two days in a row of at least eight hours of sleep. Not so tired at the end of a long day.

Noticing how the wind and the current in the water change as the sun goes down over the west hills and the dark clouds start to roll in. How the rain starts slowly, picks up, slows, stops. Rain drops on our rain coats blending with splashes from paddles in the river.

Noticing.

In this moment.

I will remember.
Vessel
plaster excavation