Knock Knock

Two days past the longest day and the shortest one knocks (albeit lightly) at the door. Everywhere the leaves are ticking and trickling with rain. It ruffles the shaggy-headed bushes and trees and closes the day early.

D called and we had a long chat about things, including the possibility of the three of us forming a production company. And in the midst of this an idea occurred to me, for a very different kind of documentary than the ones we're working on.