A Stack of Lines

Posted on June 30, 2005 in Routine

Lynn said good night at an hour that I did not mark. I sat at the other computer, building pixelated railroads, seaports, airports and bus lines. Some hours ago, Fiona tried to climb into my lap. I pulled her up and rubbed her briskly before I nudged her back onto the floor. I kept saying to myself “let me finish this. Let me finish this one more project.” A few minutes ago, I thought of checking my email before I went to bed. I looked toward the venetian blinds in the window and saw the stack of lines, gray on black, that betrayed the misty encroachment of the marine layer and the rising of the sun.