Friday afternoon I felt like I was coming down with a cold. A little scratch in my throat. A little congestion. Saturday I had little energy, slept late, and took long naps in the morning and afternoon.
In between, I finished processing and posting the videos from last Sunday's Composers Society concert. This is a process that takes lots of clock time, but much less active time. A few minutes of work sets the computer off for much longer, then there's another step to do.
I went to bed early Saturday night, not knowing how I'd feel in the morning. While I did sleep a couple extra hours in the morning, I felt fine when I got up. No sign of cold or the flu. Had I had just a super-mild case? Or had I just been so exhausted at the end of the week that I felt I was getting sick. I don't know, but I'm going to prioritize rest this week as much as I can.
Saturday afternoon, the sun was bright on the branches of a dead hemlock tree in the side yard. A leaf, fallen from the huge tulip poplars above, had caught on a hemlock twig and hung from its stem, like and ornament, swinging in the breeze.
A dead leaf, caught in the branches of a dead tree, lifeless but still animated by the swirling wind. Brown branches, fanning out as they grew once to catch the sunlight and convert air to food for the tree through photosynthesis, now just a sculpture filling the space. Catching the sunshine, bright before the shadows behind, a structure created by the power of the sun and the genetic programming we call a hemlock tree, and left here, for a while, to catch the light on an afternoon and remind me of the continuity of matter and energy, through life, to non-life.
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