Rainy day today. My umbrella broke on the way to the library. My hair plastered itself down my face, my eye liner streaked and my peanut butter sandwich got soggy. I wonder if anyone saw? Despite the mornings mishaps. I kind of like these days. Gray and dreary.Glum and not ever so bright. A perfect day for walking.
I didnt want to get up this morning. My pillow politly asked me not to go and my bed sighed in protest. I had to gently but firmly detach myself from their postropedic grip.
Speaking of walking, I'd like to go one of these nights. Go for a walk, walk with a stranger. Devulge my secerets and confess all my awkward delusions. It would be a curious kind of a night, a linen clean and mountain fresh morning night. Maybe we'd find a puddle to stomp in or a tree to climb. We could play tag or just for the heck of it, blow bubbles till it all burst. Certainly there would be stars to count, more then enough to make wishes on. We could forget for awhile, Forget that we had work in the morning or that this was all just for tonight.. Just one night.. Then when it was all over, Stars counted and wishes made.. You'd go back to being just a stranger and I'd go back to just being me.Somewhere maybe tomorow or perhaps next week, You'd think of it, smile just a little and sigh.. Knowing that for one night - nothing mattered.
