Tuesday, May 05, 2009
can i go back to bed?
it's raining, grey and dreary out today. sort of a steady, cold drizzle and while i can't really complain since we really rather need some rain, it makes me want to crawl back in bed. the dream i was having right before i woke up still lingers and i'd like to slip back into it. because i was taking some great pictures there, of a couple of old, broken clocks hung high up on a wall in an old, dusty, deserted part of an enormous library. a sort of unending, borgesian library. i left a leather chest there in one of the aisles with some of my camera lenses in it and i was just snapping a few pictures of dusty clocks hanging askew (and i know they were great pictures) and then turning back to the chest when the alarm rudely went off. husband hit snooze and i drifted right back in, but suddenly there was a group there, sort of a tour group, exploring these far reaches of the ancient library, disturbing the dust. because it was a dirt floor this far in. i could sort of see back to the part where there was a golden glow of light and wooden floors and scholarly elderly men moving about in flowing graduation robes or robes like a judge might wear. and i wished that group would go back there and leave me to my dusty clocks and my old leather chest of camera lenses. because i liked it there in the far reaches of the enormous, labyrinthine, old library.