This morning I opened a window and I smelled the air dark, dense fog. I like to put my head in the morning and realize that I'm breathing. I know it's stupid, because even before I was breathing, but I do not ever quite the case.
Then I went out to feed the strays, no jacket, I always do, even in winter. I like to extend a pat on that back on guard while the cold reminds me of the pleasure I feel in being alive. We are in February and these days there is an important anniversary for me. But I do not know what the exact day because I hate the anniversaries of dates required, I prefer the deadlines more or less, without stamps that are authentic.
a child read and reread Alice in Wonderland is not just for the birthday el'orologiaio mad: quirky characters in a crazy time and indefinite. It is not that life is so different, and maybe it does not hurt to chase a March Hare or the tail of a Cheshire Cat.
smile to luck to be here, celebrating an anniversary with grateful thoughts of February in a circle on the calendar day.
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