The rain and wind is finally pounding San Diego, and all of the streets are wet, and the trees are swaying, and if I could just reach out and grab the pair of shoes I left on the flower pot! My avocado tree is slumped over, ducking, cursing maybe, its little avocado buds bathing like little green christmas lights in the corner, saying rain is good, rain is good, we'll be fine.
Thought I'd post one of my favorite John Cale songs. This is a version I actually like more than the original. I've been really into Cale lately, more so than ever, I suppose, for what reason, I have no idea.
Tonight feels like a perfect night to work on some poems. Or to watercolor. Or to cross my legs and shut my eyes and evict all thoughts of neutrality.