First Thunder of the Season (My dog has black lips)

April 7, 2014

A cup of hot coffee on a gray and rainy morning where I as a “non-standard” have no where to be until later in the day. A friend once called me a “day person“. I put my orchids out for some of this spring rain. We heard thunder clap this morning– first in along time. Snow always surprises and so does the first boom of thunder after many months of complacency and silence in the sky. I AM ALIVE! The sky thunders into your window. Please wash away the yellow powder called pollen. The birds still sing.

I sip black coffee in a glass cup made for hot tea. I used to have strong coffee with a friend that lives on Ora Avenue. We would drink out of glass cups and I always liked that. He would have red eyes and I would tell stories.

I have been collecting signs that clutter up intersections in less than fancy areas of town. — Cash for junk cars. Who’s yo daddy DNA testing. Investment property. Get more tax return money for. — I have been making art pieces with them. At some point I will put the out around town. Yes, perhaps I’m no better than the original sign hangers but mine renditions are making people think with another part of their mind.

I often think about what I read a while ago about “parts of the day.” A great artist named Giant was interviewed about his beliefs and work. I remember one thing he said — part of the day is for working and part for cooking part for thinking and meditating and part just “for being.” I like that. Just sit as an intelligent animal with a mind and soul and just be.

See you next time. (Will there be more thunder?)

– kyle