I took a walk around the land here tonight after sundown. Even at that time of day the air was warm. I broke a sweat just thinking too much. There is still green everywhere. Little memories of Spring I suppose. All that summer couldn't burn away with its heat and raging storms.

I stopped for a moment to listen to the dogs that barked miles away in the hills. Instead of the animals, I heard the faint rustle of leaves. Fall is weeks away, but some trees have an early start. It's always an odd feeling to think of the green just going away. Of parts of the world falling and dying.

Less than a week from now I leave this place again for four more months. It will be a season later when I return. Time always confuses me. I realized this summer that distance also has the same effect on me. I'm such a small creature in the scale of things. It feels like time and distance are related though. It's a point system. A to B is just a definition, but it's the points in between that really change me.

I've worked with writing and pencil drawing today. The writing isn't much of an experiment, but with pencils I toyed with use of line. Quick sketches and thin outlines. I think sometimes objects are just wire sketches, and we fill in the insides with a way we wish to see over time. Maybe the same is true of words which can be so obscure and meaningless even on paper until arranged in our head.

I think I just keep the same filled in impressions with my every day living, and when something happens to alter the way I render an event or idea I tend to lose grip with life for a while. I'll wake up floating through the seconds of the day and fall back asleep at night still there somewhere. Sooner or later my feet touch down again though and it's life as usual. In the meantime life just tends to weigh down on me.

Right now I'm fascinated with the idea that we have never sat still in our existence. Even as we lie awake at night thinking, Earth spins through the Universe and we spin across time.