in_comforting_grey birdmad the water i drank before bed summons me awake a few minutes before my alarm is scheduled to go off. i can see everything in the half light of the half-hour before sunrise. my eyes do not hurt from being thrust awake by my beckoning bladder as i clear away the residue of sleep i dial back the shriek of the alarm and leave only the radio, which - accidentally detuned - bathes the room in a sporadic mix of words, song fragments and softly crackling static my eyes do not ache at all, the room is held dim in comforting grey 061221 ... nom i have a grey scarf and touque my grandma gave me. 061221 ... birdmad it's not quite noon and the sky here in this desert is do wonderfully grey as to be nearly snow-black of course, down here that means more likely rain than snow, but on some ever-so-rare occasions, a few flakes may fall 061222 ... . . 061222 what's it to you? who go blather from