ESSEX IN THE RAIN:
Smells sweet & birdsong, sends me to bed at 5:00am numb from typing.
Working on this book, a story of sorts, a truth, pictures & words.
The jetlag returns but I like the way the house sounds with
everyone asleep, clicking, settling on it’s bones. Shuffling between
the lap top & kettle, skimming the local paper to rest the brain.
Though I haven’t liked lying in ever since I got sober I’m
learning to roll with it, hoping I can get something close to
‘awake’ in time to be with Rick in the studio tomorrow. fell asleep
at the wheel for a split second twice yesterday, snapped awake just
in time to avoid ditching the car, got to stay off the road till
I wake up enough, wondering how many others drive like this.
I love to type, it chills me out, breaking to sit on the back porch
with black tea in the rain, call Dad, the sound of his voice is good,
he’s checking out some wild new Tele Tubby service station over in
the West, tells me about the film scores of Mischa Bakaleinikoff.
We love the sound of the rain.