it's_quiet_tonight mcdougall it is quiet here. peaceful, relaxing, alone. more friends would be nice. 030122 ... Black Argonaut fire burned the sky pitch lending a majestic pause the earth falls asleep. 030129 ... the swinger of birches the kind of quiet that is threatening. i glance around the room, lit only by the sharp burst of the table lamp and agnes sits in the recliner next to me calmly smoking her Basic full flavor 100. i don't know what to do. i feel tense and nervous and i have nothing to start a conversation with. the quiet is inching up on me. we could talk about the weather. but i tend to stick to safe topics to nice. she is wearing a red satin paisely neglesha (sp). Tink is barking like mad at a car passing on the gravel road just down the lane. i feel alone and suffocating. i manage to ask a question about her dying flowers. perhaps if i sleep the quiet will be crushed by the noise of my dream. 030129 ... Black Argonaut I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, Oh Lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord Well, if you told me you were drowning I would not lend a hand I've seen your face before my friend But I don't know if you know who I am Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget, it's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show; but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you or me And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord... 030226 ... kerry which is unusual. it's like the heat and humidity has absorbed the usual sounds. snow does that, makes things quieter. does humidity? the air smells like bread baking. on our walk i see three separate men sitting on their stoops smoking cigars, contemplating the night. it's not late, but many of the houses are dark. at home i read alice in wonderland and drink seltzer water and eat a pignole and it is soft and gooey and almond-y in the middle. and it feels good to be quiet. 220722 what's it to you? who go blather from