Today I...

Today my dog stood regally on the porch in the early morning her eyes slightly closed as if to gaze off at a far away place. The wind silently whispered its way around her and the dark sky loomed intimidatingly on. Today a bucket, two pitchers, an old pan and 2 cups served as a water reservoir. They caught the persistent leak in the ceiling. Each drip and splatter became a song in the quiet foggy windowed coffee shop. The rain came in buckets today, it pounded on tin roofs and car hoods creating a percussion of highs and lows. Today car headlights reflected off the sopping asphalt. Yellow store lights were lit from the inside out. Today the lights and reflections created a starry sky on the ground beneath the blackened sky above. Today the road became like colored glass in a dark church, or like the still ocean off the shore of the city. Today things seemed to move upside down, our town became Tim Burton-esque. Today dreams crept into reality and imaginations went wild. Lazy tired oak tress whined and moaned in their old age. Their long rigid branches creaked and curled in the damp air. Today the wind howled and whistled it's way through valleys, whispering into the ears of old homes telling them of the fury to come. Today a song was sung by creation did you hear it?
Today I listened.
Tomorrow Lance Armstrong will bicycle his way through Oakhurst with a frenzy of other persistent cyclists, creating another kind of fury. Tomorrow the song is less likely to be heard. But tomorrow, while I listen, I will dream. Tomorrow I will dream of spectacular things, where my imagination creates a place for all I miss, and that all that is familiar. Good luck Lance, I hope you hear it too, I hope you find familiar.