An hour or so ago, I returned from the dentist’s. A brace came off, which is why I went in the first place. I had imagined they would glue another one back on, but I was wrong. Instead, they took out all the braces and the metal wiring, and gave me a brand new set. I have a lot to learn about dentistry.
The wires are thicker, so there’s more pressure. Which means a faster process, but more irritation. But it’s not as if I can’t chew, like when I first had braces. I hated the first few weeks. Nothing hurt until you actually bit down on something. But this is fine.
This morning, there was a hideous haze, the dirty kind. Now it’s gotten cloudier. As my parents drove me back home, I looked up at the clouds. Bright, floofy, but you could see they were all ready a bit heavy. They were the kind of clouds that could release a sprinkle over an extended period of time. I wished for rain, and I still do now. I hate road trips by our mountains… They’re awesome, and grand, and gargantuan, and we dwarf them in every way. But they seem dead and decrepit. The trees are scrawny and have charred bark, the grasses dry and anorexic. Instead of the lovely flexibility grass is supposed to have, our mountain side “fields” are about as flexible as a tooth pick. And there are no more birds of prey like there used to…
It’s gloomy, but since it’s not raining, I’m starting to feel a bit sleepy. I think I’ll have a nap.
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