Thursday, August 29, 2002

 

I've longed for these foggy, summer days. The days when the fog laps at my face like a big ole friendly dog. I awake to foggy mornings gratefully and slow, stretching myself under a number of covers so that my feet make creaking noises, hanging over the end of the bed. I didnt have to fretfully tear any of my warm pajamas off' a me in the middle of the night, and that is nice. The sun doesn't blind me. So, peering out into the world doesnt shock my senses. Cold mornings and I can wear a new cap on my head, hiding my intentions of not showering today. Hot coffee and a scarf in the middle of August. I wonder how difficult it must be to enjoy a hot coffee in New Orleans at this time of the morning. I can wear this oversized sweater that I've had in my closet since I was in my teens. Its holes in it allow me to choose which to poke my head or arms through. Its brown and stained from wine and silly spray. I've never taken it to a dry cleaner, and it smells like a campfire or the upstairs attic. Like all good things, I stole it from a friend of mine. He knows it that I have it. If he saw me wearing it today, he'd walk right up to me and say,"Nice sweater you got there, hog." I would return it to him someday except that I secretly think he don't even want it anymore.

Music is muffled in the fog, like environmentally sound. Muted trumpets gleam in the fog. I can hear tunes off in the distance as I stumble half awake, the fog inviting me to dazily live a half dream during awakened hours, through the city. The notes fade in and out of neighborhoods, giving each their own personality, and when the fog breaks in the Mission, its not rocket science that mexican polkas blare from low-riders, "viva la raza" etched into the windows.

The folks on the N Judah dont smile when the fog takes over Cole Valley, cold as unwanted ice-cream. They sit and read their papers. They'll readjust themselves making room for each other, but sometimes they harumph.


I feel so good today, I dont even mind that what I write matters so very little.

posted by Hog 8:45 AM