Very beautiful morning, and calm. Clear and brisk, and almost Mockingbird free, because Mockingbirds take these next few weeks to ponder straight lines, circles and the mystery of purpose. And I would guess too the call of far places is upon migratory beings, that scent of spice in the air, a lone Chimney Swift, a Cardboard Box from the Yangtze Kiang, or what we who are doomed to shopping culture call the holiday season.
Certainly August might seem a little early to start, but football jerseys from the mysterious East, winter woollies from Rajasthan and Uttar Pradesh, days of yore shaving equipment from Saigon, colorful battery operated phalluses from Taiwan, and other such tributes are beating down the doors of fulfillment centers. And Oh Dear Sweet Lord, please let Republican Congressmen get drunk and swim naked in the Sea that Jesus walked upon.