Flashing Lights (audio)

The screen of my laptop keeps flickering making it hard to write because all I see are black and white flashes in rapid succession, horizontal lines skewing up and down in distortion. Google tells me it’s some kind of ribbon in the hinge that’s malfunctioning but with the plague out there and my nerves eating the underside of my pale skin in here, I decide to wrestle with the laptop until I get it just so and the screen stabilizes for the time being.

Lazy I know, but these days it’s hard to tell what amount of effort placed in accomplishing anything is worth the time or the money.

He’s out running errands, so I ask him to pick me up a bottle of rose wine on his way home, something pretty, something he thinks I would like. There’s nothing to celebrate. It is no special occasion this evening but I decide the full moon energy is excuse enough to cheer myself from the well of clutching despair which I somehow manage to trip and slide deep down into in the afternoons.

Screen once again flickering, I sip my last now-cold swallow of tea and look out upon the thin gray rain. It is so thin I have to squint to see if it’s really there or if I am just imagining it, just willing it to be falling down into the dirty black street.

I don’t like the potential for a thing to be happening, I like the thing to just go ahead and happen, just get on with it, good, bad or indifferent. It’s the waiting, the watching, the wondering, the waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s the hesitation, that’s what kills you.

Glancing out the window into the garden I see that somehow the yellowish light behind the thick cloud cover makes the high trees appear a kind of unnatural electric green.Β 

As he shuffles in with the wine, I take a swig straight from the bottle and kiss him on the cheek. When the floral notes make their way down to warm my wild insides, the staleness of the day is so thin I feel it slip through my fingers and circle down the drain as I rinse our glasses in the sink.Β 

 

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Photo by Ari He

15 Replies to “Flashing Lights (audio)”

  1. If one day you pass through Italy let me know I’ll give you a bottle of wine. … Between history and legend
    The name Lacryma Christi has its roots in ancient legends. The most widespread is that which wants that Lucifer, in his descent into hell, took away a piece of Heaven with him. Jesus, recognizing the stolen Paradise in the Gulf of Naples, wept copious tears and from his tears the vineyards of Lacryma Christi were born.
    Take care dearest πŸ–€πŸ’œβ€οΈ

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    1. What a beautiful story, I love this so much. ❀️🌹 Thank you for taking the time and care to share this with me, my sweet dear friend. And if I should pass through Italy one day, when all is safe and well, I will surely let you know. And accept warmly your generous wine. Blessings and love to you, you are lovely. β™₯οΈπŸ–€πŸ₯€πŸ·πŸ·

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      1. I’m glad you liked the legend.
        I read your articles with pleasure that are a source of inspiration.
        Take care and stay safe.
        Much love to you,xoπŸ–€β€οΈπŸ’œπŸ₯€πŸ·πŸ₯€

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