There's a different kind of cold in the air today, a new high pressure mass moving anticyclonically in from the North. There is something special about it, something secret. Meteorologists all know the truth, but they are sworn to secrecy. I can feel it coming together like crystals in the water of my flesh, laughing like a word hidden on the tip of my tongue, darting in and out of obscurity.
Lately all the world is a conspiracy for me but not against me. I can sense the mystery of a bird flying overhead, knowing his errands are more clandestine and important than everyone suspects. I can clearly see the darting movements in the corners of my eyes, plots unfolding like origami undone. If you know the code, you can tell the animal by the creases in the paper. You can tell a crane from a turtle. You can read between the lines.
And still the voices overlay everything I hear. Mundane chatter encodes a message that rings a bell, cryptographic correspondence whose cipher I have lost, patterns recognized but never resolved. I know that when I crack this code it will all make sense again, this bird and this front, these shifting shadows, this muttering mumble. I know it will snap into place so naturally that I will know, like primal sound, that I have known it all along.
Until then, I can only imagine. Until then, I guess and posit, pretending to see. In either case, truth or lies, I'll keep you in the loop.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
P. S. - I'm going to keep adding to my little Aphter story during my lunch breaks. I'm making it up as I go along, so I have no idea where it's going. I'll move it to my cogito writing blog and let you know when (and if) I add more. Don't hold your breath. Those of you who have been around here a while might have noticed that I often start stories and don't finish them (or vice versa). Thanks for stopping by.
P. P. S. - I've moved the Aphter story to my cogito site. You can see it here. I've also added a new section, FOUR. Thanks again.
