8:52 AM - Persephone’s BI
… feeling photographically uninspired… walked trails through Rodman’s Hollow to Fresh Pond, so many ant mounds, wondering if clusters of them are the same ant colony, wondering how many ants there are, wondering what the network of tunnels underground looks like… evidence of digging along the trails, human digging, naturalists studying something… feeling the undertow of worry about whatever my cardiologist might have to tell me, hard to imagine being able to exercise as vigorously as i have been with serious heart issue(s), my mind finds ways, i am in the very beginning stages of something, H’s father was vigorous and died of a heart attack, for most people the first symptom of heart attack or stroke is the event itself, and so on… despite workings of my mind, not sunk in depression as sometimes happens… hard rains gonna fall, Bob Dylan crooning in the background, over to Todd Rundgren… a very attractive and solid young woman, dirty blond hair, taking orders, down to earth, as i gaze at her eyes, ears, neck, lips, i can’t help but think about making love to her, i smile at her, i am not obnoxious, i enjoy the thought and move on… suddenly busy in here, i decide to stay at my table a while longer, i feel a little guilty taking a large table by myself… now the Beetles, While My Guitar Gently Weeps… a woman with short brown hair and hook nose reminds me of someone, not sure who… what would be an original take on BI, what might make better pictures, not feeling it…