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I cut my hair today in the closet of the classroom at work. For any of you who know me, you know what that means.
My dear friend wants us to lie on the dock in the middle of the night. That image has gotten me through the day. I close my eyes, hear the water lapping against the dock, the sound of my childhood, my comfort. I see the stars overhead. This image has sustained me through registration complaints and through the repetition of yesterday's meeting prototyping our five-year plan, through tough decisions, and the return of the rain.
I didn't cut it all off. Some might say that means there is something left. Hope, perhaps. Some might say though, that it simply means a pretty bad haircut, simply demonstrates my lack of courage to finish the job.
Close my eyes, take a deep breath, a friend by my side, darkness, water, sky. In my image of the scene there is phosphorescence--though of course there isn't in the river. I haven't seen it for years. Last time was the fateful summer between one life and the next. I try to explain it to M, who has never seen it in person. It is like swimming amongst the stars, I tell him, countless pinpricks of light erupting around you. It is being suspended amidst the origins of light, of wonder. Yes, when I close my eyes there is peace, and the sound of water, and there are stars in every direction.
My dear friend wants us to lie on the dock in the middle of the night. That image has gotten me through the day. I close my eyes, hear the water lapping against the dock, the sound of my childhood, my comfort. I see the stars overhead. This image has sustained me through registration complaints and through the repetition of yesterday's meeting prototyping our five-year plan, through tough decisions, and the return of the rain.
I didn't cut it all off. Some might say that means there is something left. Hope, perhaps. Some might say though, that it simply means a pretty bad haircut, simply demonstrates my lack of courage to finish the job.
Close my eyes, take a deep breath, a friend by my side, darkness, water, sky. In my image of the scene there is phosphorescence--though of course there isn't in the river. I haven't seen it for years. Last time was the fateful summer between one life and the next. I try to explain it to M, who has never seen it in person. It is like swimming amongst the stars, I tell him, countless pinpricks of light erupting around you. It is being suspended amidst the origins of light, of wonder. Yes, when I close my eyes there is peace, and the sound of water, and there are stars in every direction.