So it’s been a long day.  I sent out a lot of pitches, and I took care of some blogging for a gig today.  Now it’s 10:14 p.m.  I ended up watching sitcoms on Fox and drinking wine with Heron for last two hours.  Sometimes, it’s hard to know where you’re getting with pitching and writing.  The trick is to stay confident and positive.  Which is what I must do.  Stay positive and confident.

This is going to be a short post.  Today, I experienced a couple remarkable moments.  You know, small flashes of time that made an impression. Here they are:

I was walking Hendrix, and on the way home, I saw a couple of green parrots, resting on a frightening power line and screaming out into the neighborhood.

On that same walk, I watched a woman in Honda Civic blow a stop sign.  I heard a huge screech, and the woman coming from the opposite direction slammed on the brakes.  The accident was avoided.

Fruit flies were flying around the kitchen sink.  So Heron placed Balsamic vinegar in a wine glass, and the flies swarmed to the glass.  Stuck.

Right now, all I can hear are the cars on Redondo Ave — the swish they make as they drive by.  I’m pretending it’s the sound of the ocean.

All of these moments, the tiny lapses of consciousness, these openings of the senses, the recalling of memory, are important.  Once I forget about the small moments, then I forget about what is important.  But it’s also comforting to know that all moments must pass.

Goodnight, dear reader.