Thursday, February 11, 2010


Morning often comes too soon it seems these days. I am left rushing around, twitching at the end of the afternoon and zombie-like in the evening.

Small details are important...the twinkling of the dog's collar, the turfy smell of the first coffee, the layered strokes of graphite on the paper.

The solution I think to the quickness of the morning is to get off the unicycle every once in a while to make sure my feet still work.

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