Flighting Fancy

The fog this morning hovered five feet above the ground, separating the earth from the sky. It slowly moved away from the trees, twisting and unfurling above me like a wave of flags carried on the wind. The sunlight shone agonizingly bright through the fog, the mist strengthening it and blurring it and spreading its rays.

The headaches are getting more regular and sharper. I seem to have on between ten o'clock in the morning and one o'clock in the afternoon and another between eleven o'clock at night and three o'clock in the morning. This has been the case for nearly a week (five days. Six counting today). The headaches are standable, but unpleasant and they put a damper on the hours that they occur. The headaches (and other aches that come attached) make me feel tangible and more real than when I am merely existing here. Somehow I prefer not having those feelings.

Noted Things of Interest: Meteor showers are not as sensational here as where I am from. I counted three stars that lost their place in the Skies (Heavens, some call it. Outer Space. The Long Road Home. The Gap Between Here and There). Still, the meteors have a tendency to make me feel small. The glory of them fills me with awe and longings and... insignificance.

Notes on Being Human: Humans enjoy flaunting themselves for the world to see. They do so on television, in plays and even on the street. They make jokes about themselves and other at everyone's expenses. They talk jovially and congenially and nonchalantly with one another about things that should not be discussed with your neighbour but somehow are. It's all rather confusing.