Summer’s good tonight.
Not a cloud in the sky.
The day birds are making their last calls, night birds not yet starting up.
One of the orchids on my table – the bonus plant, I call it, a root replanted from another pot – lost a blossom this morning. It was time to go.
Over someone’s shoulder in the Métro I read that on this day in 1986 Maradona scored his hand of God goal against England in the World Cup. It’s hard to say what victory meant.
Today, last I heard Iran was waiting. For what?
Again, it’s hard to say what victory means.
As dusk slowly advances, is it day’s loss and night’s gain? Or night’s loss and day’s gain?
For me, it’s a win-win/no-win situation: No loss, no gain; all lost, all gained, by night and day. A bonus plant.