29 July 2012


I am Between. The Festival is over. I am on my way to Mississippi....but not there yet.

I'm not working. The guitar is in storage and there's no piano in this house. I am not singing.

I am smoking.
Staying up late.
Not getting dressed. Watching TV. Napping.

Now and then, my mind buzzes with ideas and questions, book titles, Holly Spring-related tasks I could be doing.

But mostly I feel the between-ness of this time, stare slack-jawed at the sky and move like a sloth.