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Poem for Wednesday, San Andreas, ArtsFest

When I Heard at the Close of the Day
By Walt Whitman

When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'd;
And else, when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd, still I was not happy;
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh'd, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,
When I wander'd alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his way coming, O then I was happy;
O then each breath tasted sweeter—and all that day my food nourish'd me more—and the beautiful day pass'd well,
And the next came with equal joy—and with the next, at evening, came my friend;
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed to me, whispering, to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast—and that night I was happy.


Tuesday had even nicer weather than Monday, temperature just reaching 70, gorgeous breeze all afternoon -- even the bunnies appeared to appreciate it, three of them were out munching grass on the cul-de-sac next to mine! Otherwise, it was a fairly ordinary Tuesday. I did some work, and some fun stuff with photos, and since I had to fold laundry and Paul was working from home, we watched San Andreas, which is the most utterly predictable movie in every way -- I'm told the science is bogus but I was laughing harder at the family dynamics -- though indeed it offers spectacular disaster porn, plus Sia's awesome version of "California Dreamin'."

Tuesday looks like it's going to be our big TV-watching night, since it has two holdovers from last year and I'm liking Limitless though surely they could have given the ex-girlfriend more independent life than we got to see in tonight's episode. (Is Bradley Cooper going to end up being the VILLAIN? I didn't see the movie!) The Flash is so much more enjoyable now that Not Telling Iris isn't going to be the central to the plot, though I hope That Recurring Character recurs more often than it would appear. Agents of SHIELD is still all over the place. I figure I better post these Annmarie Gardens ArtsFest photos before any more time goes by:


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