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This week is developing an attitude, already. Today: numbingly routine, not unexpectedly... empty farewells, fixing other peoples' problems, last-minute emails, slamming together of things into the bags, packing the car, the long haul north. Same-same-same. Lather-rinse-repeat. No time for creativity, or breathing... ...until the timeclock makes the sound of steel bars closing behind me. Then, time stops. The call from the Diva comes in, later... big trouble in the tree house. Like, the ceiling starting to collapse. No safe harbour, tonight. Back to the Road. Instant twenty-hour day. Repeat, tomorrow. One thing I don't wish to forget about last night... having the windows open, after the sun set... and the most refreshing cool current of air entering in one window, and out the other. A crisp, invigorating breeze... like a cold, sweaty glass of water on a steamy summer day. Like that. Another sensory snapshot. That's all we'll get, today. |
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