Wednesday, November 03, 2010

clouds up

I made every light on the way home, so I got home a mere 7 minutes after leaving work.

Unseasonably hot, even for California. I opened my living room windows and looked out at the last vestiges of light fading from the horizon, wisps of pink cotton candy cloud festooning the sky. The blinds are slowly swaying back and forth in the faint breeze.

Dinner was cold blueberry almond granola and a Coke Zero, the dinner of singletons everywhere, give or take a salad and/or alcoholic beverage.

The cover of the magazine I got in the mail promises that sexy hair is easier than I think.

The Virgin Suicides soundtrack is playing on my iTunes.

A dog barks in the distance.

Alone, but at peace.