Evening

Okay. It was a relatively normal day at work. I made some headway so that was nice. Evening was simple and quiet at home. Some chat. Some TV. Some IMing. Some reading. Some conversation. All very nice. Simple and straightforward. Laden with interlocking meaning and subtext. Immense complexities wrapped in subtlties. Like steel and silk. Like a warm towel after a shower. Like a glass of white wine standing on the patio looking at the moon. Like an old scar half remembered. Like the taste and texture of a spiced pear. Like the intersection of precision and probability. State vectors. Tempus Edax Rerum. Just semi-random thoughts spinning through the brain at the end of the day searching for a slippery cohesion. Words, dancing, with jazz fingers. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T