eh

i lay on the beige carpet in the early afternoon. sunlight streams in through the leaded glass windows and lands in an arc across my face and chest. i think about why things progress slowly on sundays. and then about how the cold slows electrons. i put down the dictionary that i was reading. it is surprising how few times you will turn to an “a” or “z” word even when you convince yourself that you are finding pages at random. it might seem unfair to me that i was stuck in the chill while others bask in the heat if i thought the word fair had any meaning left. it never occurs to me to turn the book to the “f”s.