Tonight I left all the dirty dishes and thrown food on the counter and just went outside and skated the mini ramp. Rock-to-fakie, fakie-tailstall, backside slash, frontside slash, rock-and-roll. I also narrowly missed skating off the ramp into our dwarf palm tree. Then I laid in the grass and watched the clouds go by. I saw a grasshopper in one. He looked like he was made of chalkdust. If I hadn’t laid there I wouldn’t have known the clouds were moving or that there were little pockets of baby blue in between them. There’s something about your eyes being naked like that. No glasses, no lights, no wine, no company. I think it makes your mind clearer too. I did the dishes later with a glass of wine.