Love is a need and an agitation of hands.

[hummingwolf]

I woke up early this morning, too early to fully appreciate the music of the light rain falling. A bit later, but still too early, I had my first conversation of the day--mostly about the weather. The weather was lovely later on, after the too-brief showers stopped and the sun came out and made the blue sky and golden leaves glow. Early afternoon, I went for a short walk, just half a mile, with a promise to myself that after lunch I would go for a longer walk to enjoy the beautiful weather.

And then I just sorta crashed, too exhausted to leave the house again today. Bummer. I enjoyed reading a bit and watching tonight's House episode, though. Here's hoping that today's rest means I'll have energy tomorrow, because I do have plans for the day that I don't intend to put off.

Sick and feverish
glimpse of cherry blossoms
all
right here, right now
my reason.

symptoms of true minds
admit impediments. Love is a physical game often played
by those that were vain.
each is turned inwards, lonely; skin unhappy...
while always under all, but a schoolmate teaches that,
a mystic, and a blush for having done it;
i nibbled meekly from her proffered hand.

Tonight's featured MegaHAL poem has more wholly-plagiarized lines than I prefer, but they work well together for all that.