Thursday, my brother and I went to watch Jordan Peele’s Nope in theaters. After two strangely brilliant hours of horses, ominous clouds, and Daniel Kaluuya in an orange hoodie, our dad picked us up and we drove home. The night was dark and humid, and out the open window it smelt of warm rain. We arrived home, we got out of the car, and went inside. An hour later, I was freshly showered and reading Stephen King’s It for a bedtime story—and in the darkness outside, a torrent flooded down from the night sky, creating a little brook that ran past our front step. If I’d stepped outside, and seen a newspaper boat bobbing on the water toward the drain, I wouldn’t have been surprised.
Another night last week, I couldn’t sleep because thoughts were twitching like restless cats in my head, and staring at me with bright nocturnal eyes. I was staring up at the slanted ceiling and I realized, very suddenly, that summer had suddenly flown past and there was now barely a month remaining; how could that be?
My phone’s currently at a repair shop; it got in an unfortunate water incident. The first repair shop was disappointing and I hope the second one isn’t. I will say, the past few weeks without a phone have been refreshing and enlivening. Inconvenient, of course, but days have felt so much warmer and airier … I’ve heard more car noises and curtains flapping at the windows, and rain at night… and stared longer at beautiful rosebushes, the Lakeview, and a warm banana muffin, because I knew that the only picture I’d have of those remaining would be in my mind.
P. S. I hope to be back next week with a hand-taken photo, not a random image found online like this one—for I’ve resorted to it since my photos are, as aforesaid, trapped in the malfunctioning device.
