{"id":1629,"date":"2006-08-22T22:03:33","date_gmt":"2006-08-23T05:03:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2006\/08\/22\/this-this-is-perfect\/"},"modified":"2026-01-21T16:42:56","modified_gmt":"2026-01-22T00:42:56","slug":"this-this-is-perfect","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/2006\/08\/22\/this-this-is-perfect\/","title":{"rendered":"This&#8230; This Is Perfect"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>All summer I&#8217;ve been sleeping with my window open. Even on the nights when the humid air seeped into my room and seemed to cling to the carpet and sheets and walls. Even like last night when the air was cool and crisp as a granny smith apple and I closed my eyes and felt and saw and heard the word &#8220;fall.&#8221; I want the world in my room, in my head when I go to bed. I want to hear the night, the lone dog breaking his voice for the moon, the cacophony of crickets which is maybe the loudest collective sound of lust I have ever known, a sound that confuses me because it surrounds me and gets inside and down in me until I&#8217;m not sure if I am making it or if it is making me, and the beetle click-click-clicking under my window, tapping out his secret code.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<a href=\"http:\/\/splintering.blogspot.com\/\">Laurel Dodge<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>All summer I&#8217;ve been sleeping with my window open. Even on the nights when the humid air seeped into my room and seemed to cling to the carpet and sheets and walls. Even like last night when the air was cool and crisp as a granny smith apple and I closed my eyes and felt [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,30],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1629","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nature","category-quotes"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1629","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1629"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1629\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12252,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1629\/revisions\/12252"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1629"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1629"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1629"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}