General happenings.

Some weeks ago, I got to thinking I could use another pair of loose-fitting workout pants. This Sunday, I found a pair of loose-fitting workout pants in the laundry room. For the trouble of running them through the wash, I can now put off having to buy such a garment for a little while longer.

Also of note in terms of things not paid for with money, one of the apple trees in the park is in full ripeness - tiny apples, each small enough to fit inside of a ping-pong ball, all of them crunchy and juicy and tart and a beautiful rose petal pink inside. I picked one to eat, and five to take with me, leaving plenty behind for others of all curious species.

Also of note in terms of the parks, today I went out during the day's rain, and got deliciously soaked. I could've waited and gone out later, but in going out when I did, I was able to rent an electric bike without the extra fee - something waived if the kiosk only has electric bikes at the time of check-out - and got to zoom through the streets, past the cars, around the holes in the paths. There were so few people in the park, it's not wrong for me to say I pretty much had it to myself, meaning that between the electric bike's motor and the low friction of the wet roads, I could blast along. While I was out, there was a bright crack of lightning not just as one bolt but what felt like the whole sky, and a few moments later, thunder rumbling for as long as it'd been quiet just before. I've rarely been that aware of being a small little body in a great big world. Even when I'm weaving in between trucks on Broadway, it's not the same.

And as long as I'm catching up, a few more James Marsters poetry commissions:

Hand by Maryann Corbett,

Monet Refuses the Operation by Lisel Mueller,

To The You of Ten Years Ago, Now by Dora Malech.