Amerika - Force of Occupation

I heard my neighbor take their shower at 5:04 AM. I went to sleep soon after that event. At 7:23 AM I spontaneously woke up, and could not go back to sleep. Less than two and a half hours. I hate laying in bed when I know sleep is futile. I decided I would ride my bike up to the Co-op and get some lunch supplies for work tonight. I planned my moves through dressing, loading up the bike, and heading up the hill. Maybe I'd even spring for a soy mocha on the way home.

Rain slammed in to my bedroom window about a half an hour in to my planning to get out of bed and move. More than I could deal with on two and a half hours of sleep. The plan changed. I'd just get up, make some coffee, and figure things out from there. The clock in the living room peeled 8:00. I stumbled in to the living room and saw the curtains of rain being blown across space by the same winds that had driven the attack on the bedroom window. I watched for a bit, looking at the tree I wish I'd taken a picture of at the beginning of the leaves changing. Now it was nude.

I went to the kitchen and ran water for the kettle. I use a French press. I ran the cold water in the sink. Several moments had passed before I realized that I was waiting for hot water. Hot water from the cold. Gad. I dumped the coffee in to the French press, started the kettle and looked outside. The rain had stopped. Of course. The coffee's in the press, the burner is heating up, and no rain. I went to look out the bedroom window. There was a large patch of blue on the horizon.

Now the blue is filling the sky. There's sun hitting trees. Very bright. I'm drinking coffee. I can't re-motivate to get on the bike. My stride has been broken. It's like after that first beer for some people. Productivity ceases. I'm thinking about what an English teacher once told me. Show your readers. Don't tell them. I hate this. I'm closing the curtain.