I’m feeling good. Of course there are many ways to feel
good, even limiting oneself to the literal somatic feelings that the body
experiences, which is what I have in mind. Running nine miles feels good, going
back to sleep feels good, breaking the surface tension of water feels good.
I can’t identify why I’m feeling good.
I know that the chair I’m sitting in usually isn’t this comfortable, but today its contours and misaligned slats are welcoming me like
any fauteuil would after four drinks.
The wind is light, mostly, and not all that cool. It seems
to change directions now and then. Sometimes the sky flashes red in the east,
and fewertimes booms as well. It was raining earlier; not even a real storm
with a dry-spell-shattering deluge, but real enough to remind us here that the
rainy season will come again. The sky was half yellow and half blue while the
stormcloud was lit from above during the sunset.
I know that the antibiotics and malaria prophylaxis in my
bloodstream shouldn’t have much effect on how my body feels while I’m awake.
Also, peanut butter and molasses and bananas shouldn’t make me feel this way
either.
Maybe it’s sitting here on the terrace and feeling my
subconscious shift from “every day is dusty and forty degrees” to “every day is
green and your flipflops will flip mud onto the back of your pants”.
Maybe it’s reading Playboy
for the articles of course and being saddened by the large variation in the
quality of editing. Aren’t they supposed to be at least a little bit proud of
their prose?
Maybe it’s watching day become evening becoming night, in
thirty-five minutes.
Maybe it’s done with school in three weeks done with Peace
Corps in three months done with Africa in October.
Maybe it’s purposefully not watering our garden for the first
time.
Maybe I don’t need an explanation.
2 comments:
J'aime both of these new posts. First question: why are you taking antibiotics? Second question: done w/ Africa in October...are you traveling a bit after you're done? I thought you COS in August?
Here's a hope you'll be willing & able to share your reflections beyond school, beyond library, and beyond Peace Corps and motorcycling and beyond Africa, too. I've enjoyed them.
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