the closets have turned into virtual worlds. living amidst the contents by day, my view is clutter. cluttered.but then i don’t look up that much and kick things aside to move what is broken. this bed frame is now on the patio where the birds come, the little ones chirping with hunger in their little house.
the other day (or was it last week?) i walked into the woods and climbed up a mountain.
last night the church was packed with young violin players and some pianists. the child mine, her first recital, so tall and lean.
i am roaming landscapes of higher learning and dark city streets and dancing by the beach. dubstep, as i wait to school myself so i can take over the screen. live.