right now

the cicadas are winding down, not as strong as they were a week ago, but their insistent singing is still in the air. there are musicians practicing scales, a flute, clarinet, my office windows are open, the breeze feels lovely, i can see a bright green tree, somewhat of a weeping willow but different, blowing in the breeze. i have finished correcting my quizzes, its 6:44 pm, its twilight, the campus lights are going on and here and there the musicians play different scales, a wrong note, a little bit from a score they are practicing. i have no idea where they are... in the same building? or somewhere else on campus with open windows where their sounds are able to float into my open window....
my office has a plant and its time to water it and go home.
(august 24, 2005)