"Soash 101...." May 7, 2000

"Soash 101...." May 7, 2000

Close To Midnight...

....and a storm brews just beyond my bedroom window. Enhancing the candle light are the intermittent flickers of flash in the sky. Heightening the tones of Loreena McKennitt pouring through my headphones are blasts of thunder strong enough to resonate through my physical being as they seek out my soul. Just now, I hear the spiel of raindrops on the glass in front of me. The patter calls my attention nightward, and as I search through the darkness, another flash of brilliance temporarily renders me sightless, save brilliantly shadowed after images strobed by another celestial vibration coursing through me.

I resist the temptation to wander outside and allow myself the sensation of water cascading off my head and down my perimeter, while I bathe and soak in the undulating energy that is burgeoning in the torrent.

I found it quite strange trying to sleep last night, just after my bald melon hit the pillow. It was such an odd yet not unpleasant sensation, feeling bare skin being massaged by the big puff of fluff beneath and around it.

After a relatively restful sleep, and languidly watching movies for most of the day, I bathed, dressed, donned on a red do-rag, and ventured out to the store for rations, and a quick visit with Alyx.

This stint of baldness could easily be constructed into a sociological study, given the glances, both direct and sideward, I was receiving from the locals at the store. Some seemed to try to force themselves not to look at all.

But they'll never figure me out. Hell, not even I have accomplished that yet.....

....Blessed Be...