My Baby Adoration Loves Her Newborn White Clothes
Cicadas were in the middle of their song when I got to the roof at 10:42. Blue skies were heralding. Sunlight was free again. Wind was gusting, bringing every tree into movement. Her mountain of love was looking so fresh and so well washed. Every tree was clean and green. Gravel was already dry. Black hornet landed by my black and grey knapsack. She said a prayer there or took a nap before crawling under a vent. She crawled back out again then flew to another place, then she went to locate her lair. But the gusty wind made it so difficult for her to properly land there. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
The air was dry under Orb of Sun. I welcomed the heat sensation and humidity gone. Blue sky had so much fun with its fluffy white clouds to play with. I closed my eyes and didn’t doze but I saw a green glow there. Cicadas sang at 10:55. I was enjoying the refreshing breeze. Dry black tar was sunbathing on the gravel beach. Past the roof ledge was the airy sea. A fly stopped to preen herself amid the strong edges of shadow and light. I felt free from all heavy burden. Only waning vestiges of it remained, to be disposed of effortlessly. A mother and child were talking, their voices flowed through a window. A siren wailed at 11:05. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
I gladly baked in the heat. In my depths there wasn’t stupor. There was something unfolding, more freely flowing in long-buried meridians of time. Their fresh flow added to the shape of my well being as a flying ant perused the yellow brick wall. Tiny flies were active with sport and play. Detail was plentiful. Contrast was sharpness and clear. A blackbird clucked as she flew and the trees rustled with a fine hiss. Birds were mostly quiet, save for the one calling with an incessent voice. Constriction was unfolding, unwinding was opening up. A tiny green fly landed on my index finger, then she lept to my black pen. She returned to my finger and left. She returned just as I moved my hand, so she landed on my royal blue shirt. A dog barked at 11:25. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
My baby adoration loves her newborn white clothes. My morning caressing loves her sunrise hug. My youth celebrating loves her gathering children. My lover kissing loves her lovemaking sexual climax. My good health saint rose loves her healing touch temple gifts. My affirming attractiveness loves her unquestionable beauty. My unequivocal joy loves her sun glory heaven. My classical music bouquet loves her white flower song. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.” –Hebrews 7:25. I love Anna Dirksen.
Meanwhile, Tristan came over and I showed him some of my past humorous stories, making him smile during the fire alarm because Daphne was caught smoking in her bedroom. She’s unhappy with her love life. Frasier sets her up on a date with the new station manager. But the man he invited for dinner was gay and Marge gets amnesia. She breaks up with Homer. He tries so hard to woo her back at the mini-putt golf course where the Japanese investors watch Tobias in a mole costume destroy George Michael’s train set after he befriends a CIA agent named Frank. Michael asks Rita to marry him but he’s still suspicious about Mr. F.
On CBC News Morning, Suhana Meharchand wore a black jacket with white collar tubes and a white top with a black necklace. Marivel Taruc wore a red blouse. Colleen Jones wore a white dress with pale red patterns. Jelena Adzic wore a pink dress. Andrew Nichols wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a black and white tie. Nisha Patel wore a purple sweater with a white top. Danielle Bochove wore a red jacket. On CBC News at Six, Nancy Wood wore a red blouse. Quite briefly tonight, Relief on the Street, Nightmare Flight, Deep End Danger, Hard to Believe with a current temperature of 25 degrees, feeling like 30 with 26 km/h winds. Frank Cavallaro said happy anniversary to a couple married for 55 years. Light and Sound Show in the northern lights… Nancy Wood signed off for the night.
I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of acceptable, agreed, attractiveness, authentic, avowing, awe, caring, certain, cheerful, clear, climax, completion, constructive, destiny, established, ethical, exaggeration, feeling, genuine, glory, goal, guaranteed, handsomeness, healing, honest, joy, love, miracles, morality, new, optimistic, positive, possibility, productive, real, testifying, true, trustworthy, unequivocal, unquestionable and willingness.