mood: i step right and you step left
music: how they fly, great aunt ida
windowful mornings of scarlet geraniums remind me of home and also of paris. two weeks tomorrow! (if i make my essay lolita, lolita, lolita, lolita, lolita, lolita, lolita, lolita, lolita. repeat till the page is full, printer would you notice?) i can't wait to go away and then come home to here, one street one month over.
today is far too beautiful to give up on. it is blazer-wearing weather again and i tiptoe through softening snow toward the ocean. there's an old man tossing crumbs for the birds (pigeons, doves, gulls, ducks, chickadee) and paintbrush dandelions, strip-striped birchbark, the noise of waves.
don't tell anyone but tonight we're going to roll down citadel hill and you, you are invited!
2 comments:
when I come back in July, please promise me we'll roll down Citadel Hill
it will make my night, my month, my life!
absolutely, yes.
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