7:42 AM
Sip of a Morning written at a desk at night
The weather's just right, a touch of chill, a promise of warmth, the crinkle of dried leaves crunched underfoot, step step step. Gray, dusty buildings pass you by, ramshackle giants maintaining their solitary vigil over your insignificant body, sternly keeping the wayward child in line. Smile, the air is fresh! Crisp, ephemerally real, crunch-crunch through your lungs and out, with nary a pause. The street's clogged with traffic, cars engaged in a wrestling match, a quick shove ( you're out!), a retaliatory honk, a mandatory booking, perfect for the perambulating pedestrian (sans the flustered policeman waving an ominous ticket in the face of an equally harried motorist—I'm innocent I swear!) Tappity tap tap tap goes the new pair of sneakers, as you beat out a quick tango with the pavement, swerving this way, now that, the gravelly ground comfortingly gruff and solid beneath your feet. You're dancing, it's a brilliant, fresh-bright-lovely?- morning, scent emanating off cloudy blooms lacing the sidewalk, blowing a perfume-y kiss to their special guest (you). Quick greetings forming in the mouth of familiar faces, lips strangely dislocated and comically slow, puff-there's your greeting where's mine, (dramatic pause), inhale-here's my greeting now I'll just be getting along - ten seconds flat.
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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9:16 PM
The week's ending, and school's pounding on the door. Ironically, I can't think of much to say, except that this holiday has been the most interesting one I've had in years. Camp, Rmun, Painting, Captain's Ball, random gatherings and outings, you name it, I've done it. Back to work I guess, work work work.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
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