January 30, 2022:
Blonde in white shirt. Pure light, shining across a crowded room.
Thin man in baseball jersey, restless, texting. Bird's eyes, harsh, predatory. Legs crossed, foot tapping. Not happy.
Outside the sky is gray, the storm is near, thunder is imminent.
Ancient peoples believed weather was battle between gods of darkness and light. In my mind right now the battle is between the blonde and the bird's-eyed man, the battlefield is my broken brain chemistry, the outcome will be my productivity for the day. If light prevails I'll use the time. If darkness triumphs I'll go home to sleep. As lightening lights storefront windows I'm laughing at the conceit.