she allowed it
the snakes continue to amuse my wordless parts, and sometimes they surprise us, too. a minute spent doodling with a scrap. i might have grown bored already, but no. the engineer always full of directions and intent, received knowledge and best practices. ever the after before the before, even, for him. then sometimes he will get bored, it's such a small and empty room to play in, and these fingers will just do the thing. sometimes they still manage to do something surprising (to me, to me-us, to us, it doesn't matter) with something that is almost nothing. the surprises are, of course, small. little wrinkles and bends that weren't there before, tiny flicks of a tail
it will run it's course soon. putting it down like this may have already taken the air out of it, but it had me noticing such a slight internal state, i wanted to mark it, to maybe remember it
i miss the window in front of my desk with the hanging tree and the nest with new squirrels every spring and all of the sunlight. all of the sunlight. i like the way it turned this ugly corner into some kind of penrosian plane. the angle of the pictures doesn't capture the snakes well, but the pictures are their own thing. i've been eating berries and cut melons from the icebox lately, not setting an apple or two on the corner of the desk for later, and the swarm of blue bobbins appeared, glad to fill the space