Friday, September 14, 2007

Lunchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fridayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
My Zune and The Last Broadcast (the Doves).

That "bursty" feeling, speeding breezing standing on the pedals.


Back to the Office.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

What to do on my lunch hour? 

Read? Read a manual? Write? Write a post card? Write this?

Take a nap? Set my one time alarm on my phone? Look at the time?

Take a walk? Take a walk. It is so beautiful out right now. It is. The humidity and clouds have been shed. Now it is breezy, almost chilly, but ALL sun. Sun and scents. Cut lawn and a shed full of tools and small gas powered devices. A dryer, a mother drying clothes. The treated grass at the Hot Pond Park. And the smell of mud and grain at the feed store.

Then I have to compress myself back into my office. Someone will ask if I had a good walk. Nobody will ask what I smelled out under the sun. What those smells draw up and out and into my thoughts.

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