My state is focused on the football game this evening. Men in green take the mind off of the bitter cold. I tune in for the last five minutes and watch my home state team lose. It is often like that: I don’t care at all about a game, I tune it, I send my vibes of indifference and the team loses.
I’m sorry, Wisconsin.
I didn’t mean it. I am tired from working all day and playing not at all. I watch the sun move from one end of the room to the other. This marks my day. Last week I was taking photos of bees in rosemary bushes. Today, you get this:
My flowering rosemary at home. No bees.
Just before sunset, I take a walk. Past empty chairs and empty tables just outside my building. Poignant, no?
Still, I am not oblivious to the sharp air, the crisp contours, the harsh beauty of it all. How could I be – it is a cold but beautiful evening.
But I am sorry about the Packers. I really do feel homestate loyalty, even if I do hate football.