Jan 29, 2003 17:54
dark syrup is pleased and humble and the cranberry string connecting my braid is dangling as I bend down to pick up crumpled paper and a catsup container. she smiles at me.
plaid shirt looking at this screen. walking away unhappily.
as i am walking across humidity dampened cement, i consider the 'value ripple' in mrs. strozier's room. and then i consider the mood ripple that is her personality. and then i get into my car and drive to sweep floors and listen to npr and think about war and peace and ee cummings and the cute kitten in the pin beside me.
such a day.