things undone

So I did not go visit the lovely caffeine_fairy and neither did I trek up to Aberfoyle to do necessary research. I have been here, emailing, waiting on the phone, hanging around to make sure my brother is OK. I still don't know if this is the eve or the end of the war.

I was here to see the perigee of the moon, huge and gold. Through the window glass I could see two, both opened their mouths and sang to me. The stars were very bright.

Then came the Spring equinox and the garden pond has a clutch of frog spawn, size of a mans fist lurking above the water. All those little black dots in jelly waiting to be born. Life is jello and glop.

I am pretty tired, but there's a sense of newness. Somehow I have to catch up with it.