Week 4

4/16/12: The rain comes but it isn't cold. It encourages the heat with a sizzling passion to evaporate when the sun comes out. Then come down from the sky to feel the rush. Soaking the ground wet to feel its own watery high.
4/17/12: On sunrise mornings, the sea tries to be as silent along with the mist. The boat folk wait for the first seagull to scream before hoisting up the anchors and setting sail.
4/18/12: I thought everyday I would have a task that metaphorically weighed 100 pounds, but today, someone switched the dumbbell.
4/19/12: The misty haze dawn shows you a bread crumb trail to head for the hills and try to look down alone. See if the life of the hermit is not as bad as that.
4/20/12: Sun turns on, sun turns off. Clouds becomes puffy, clouds become haze. Sprinkle, sprinkle, 6-hour distributing downpour. Now the moon doesn't even bother to show its face. Creep.
4/21/12: Saturday becomes a busy day, full of farmers and Victorian, blue-grass, and preaching musicals shape the gathering of community folk. Every vendor hides in a tent and draw out maps to raise their promotions. The happiness of common folk is a farce under the eyes who see dollar bill markings.
4/22/12: The Sunday comes, but the log entry must be denied in the name of laziness and quiet. All church folk gather to say hello to God in versions 1.2, 1.7, and 2.9. The latest version though always has the biggest crop.