On a Thursday

I had eggs and bacon for breakfast this morning, and I colored another dinosaur in the coloring book on the kitchen table before watching Loony Tunes. After that it was 3 o'clock. It rained all afternoon, and that's about all that happened. It was a damp evening, cool, thick, and breezy from the rain that had fallen earlier. There was still thunder in the air, coming from all directions, ricocheting off the mountains, and filling the valley with the sound of grumbling: it wasn't here or there, but everywhere all at once. I had the idea, looking out the window at the mist and the rumbling, that I belonged somewhere else, on a grey suspension bridge, half-way between one peak and another with grey blue water passing below my dangling feet, bare feet, pale over the dark current.