Wednesday Morning Freewrite
I wanna be in the water. It's mid-August, not exactly sunny, on a morning like this you've got a sense tht there's some strange barometrics going on. Just to be dipped in water about seven feet deep, treading water - with classmates - Let's have class in the pool this morning. In a pool room with dark, murky cave light and rock walls that a man has to come in and powerwash. And we could get fancy and have the lights on the side of the pool change color - so if you were to go down in the clean water, open your eyes and drift towards the beacon as some light pressure kicked in and cured your joints. Let's do some laps, then some diving, and underwater strokes, then they cut us loose, and dry off and play in the locker room, then wait in the lounge for everyone to dry off and we can take a walk around the city. Till lunchtime. Nothin too heavy. Always something on the bulletin board over beef sandwiches. Some new place to play the bas. Some gig-and-go; 1, 2, 1, 4, 5, a nice soundsystem for ya & grannies dancin' in the corner.