sitting here in an abandoned cafe in raleigh north carolina. The only place I could find with free internet. (Internet should be free everywhere, dammit... although, I hear all mcdonald's have free wi-fi. No thanks. I'll probably be smacked down by god if I step inside a McDonalds. Or turn to a boiling vat of cooking grease. yewe.) horrible music is playing here. But there's a little girl rocking on the swing outside with dangly earrings and a pink skirt on. She has a spotted stuffed frog. And that makes up for it.
earlier this morning, holed up alone in the hotel I had a totally awesome brain storming session for my travel journal class at Squam. Eight or so pages of notes and prompts and ideas just poured out. One on top of the other... it was hard to catch them all. I am so excited about that class now. I just want to lay down in the grass and smile about it till my cheeks hurt.
Oh, now they are playing Dave Matthew's "Satellite". I like this one. That round cello note at the beginning.
Finished my book sitting outside. Made me feel bold inside. Looking at the world through fresh-just-finished-book eyes. yum...
I'm gonna go ask directions to the gourmet popsicle shop shari told me about now.
every day is a gift. it is.