My dreams last night were like skating.  A coffee shop at the bottom of a half-pipe.  I wore shoes with smooth soles and slid to the counter to order my drink.  I tried to use my momentum to turn and skate back up the slope, but that was not as easy as it appeared.  I looked for childhood friends, asked for people's names...but I couldn't recognize ( Read more... )

This morning, I wrote this:

I hope your day is as beautiful as mine is. I am sitting at my livingroom window, admiring the way that the light sifts through the branches of the trees. All of the red leaves litter the ground; only the gold leaves remain on the branches.

Today feels like a Sunday to me. I took a super-secret day off from work ( Read more... )