South Wind on Superior

A friend gave me a box of chocolates last night. So far, I have eaten four. Others have eaten some. I want to eat all of them. If I did that, the chocolates’ haunting presence in the cupboard would end. And I would be free of thinking about eating them.

There is something to be said about rushing the inevitable conclusion of deep want.

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There is lightening over the lake. The clouds shape and reshape and each iteration is more striking. I take pictures but none of the color or surprise is captured. I have to carry the sight in my head. This is how it was, I think, this is how it was, that one night in June.

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Because the wind was out of the south today, there were flies. The flies gathered on the coats of the dogs like beads on a cut-rate wedding gown. They can’t be shooed away, these flies. One dog is exhausted from carrying the flies’ burdensome weight.