Later that same evening in funky town
Sitting out in the courtyard by a tree that says Branche Du Bois – people are dining outside – the weather is perfect – jazz playing on speakers somewhere up in the eaves – laughter – clinks of silverware and glasses – good work out under my belt – sometimes the day can come around like G said – the day is an organism – alive and unruly – and it does come around – outsiders like to moan about our hot summers but I would trade all of their temperate climates for a night like tonight in January.
That’s not to say this evening could not be improved upon but right now it is close to perfect.
And the more my constructed dreams get torn asunder – the more new and more interesting ones open up before me. Now is the time of transition – it is the trapeze artist swinging from one bar to the next and in midair – where I now am – is when all the imagination occurs. Embrace it my dear girl. These are rare and opportunistic times.