Tuesday, December 15, 2015

While cooking last night I forgot something from one moment to the next, something I had just remembered I was supposed to do. I turned to do something else, to close the refrigerator maybe, and it was gone. It was something that struck me as important when I remembered it, and I was relieved to remember it, and I thought to myself that I had to get to it. And then it was gone.

This morning I had a half-dream there was a storm outside, wind blowing against the windows, branches falling off of trees. When I awoke I thought it might still be going on. But there was nothing. The world was dry and quiet, a band of blue above the morning fog.