Imperfections.

What to say: as the day passes, yesterday fades surely and firmly into memory. All the words and thoughts I could have said are all folded into that memory, and it takes some sweat to peel the layers back and find them again.

I have met my sweat quota for the week.

I watched One Week, an indie movie that struck me as perfect. (Many things have been doing that lately.) It was slow-paced and reflective, calm and questioning, full of quotations and scenery and the main character's introspection. It fit, yesterday, and if I watched it today, it would probably fit again. I'm often in the mood for reflection these days; I'm often in the mood for questioning and sitting back, eyes closed and head open, reaching out and finding answers or perhaps more questions.

It's the rain, I think, that does this to me. Me and my old bones.