Well, apparently, today was Memorial Day, but I wasn't told until after - bastards. I was actually supposed to work tonight, but I was successfully sick. So, I was able to stay at home like a normal person. Which means, I sat on the patio for a little while, sat in the living room for a little while and ended up in my room (sitting) for a little while.
I did make this comp cd tonight. My computer speakers are broken, so I wasn't exactly sure how it would turn out. I did give it the test though. My brother went with me in the car to check it out. Windows down and listening to Beth Orton, David Grey, Carol King, Ben Harper and James Taylor. It was a pink and blue sunset and then we came home.
These are the days when Birds come back -
A very few - a Bird or two -
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume
The old - old sophistries of June -
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee -
Almost the plausibility
Induces my belief.
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear -
And softly thro' the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.
Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze -
Permit a child to join.
Thy sacred emblems to partake -
Thy consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!