today my bicycle was freed from the shackles of winter. it danced down the back alley upon flat tires but was ambitious nonetheless. spent the afternoon walking in the park by the river. shooting super 8. getting to pretend it was twenty years ago. hooked up my record player again. spent time with Thanksgiving. mixed John's jazz band. caught up on some much needed cleaning. changed my clothes three times today. had cream soup. watched some films. the Beachhouse windows were all wide open. recorded the church bells for the third sunday in a row. forgot how easy it is to be content stopping everything when the sun is shining on me. off to bed. sleep and then the bright lights of the television studio.
if i make it through april then the summer is here and we can all just forget about how crazy we get in the winter.
now let us pray.
1 comment:
shootin' super 8? for real?
may i join you one day.
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