Battery Window and Maple, Camp Hayden, September 2011
Hey, I love weekends again. My first free weekend since March, when I started on the kitchen. Even laying in bed this morning I was taking careful inventory of things I would not have to do, and what could fall into the spaces left behind. But before luxuriating in all the possibilities, a little more sleep.
There’s a sound that plays in my head when I know I’m going to sleep well and deeply. The tremor in my muscles change, almost aural, like the 3/4 octave drop of a G tuning. The tension unwinds in my jaw and even my eyes feel lighter. I almost fight drifting off because it’s so comfortable and I don’t want to loose the sensation to unconsciousness, but resistance is useless.