Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Ali calls the northern sun at this time of year a fake sun. I tell him that, even so, I'm thankful for it, as it beats walking in the cold and rain.

After getting my coffee and hearing his first kvetch of the winter season, found myself humming "It's only a paper moon/over a cardboard sea/but it wouldn't be make-believe/if you believed in me:" a little sad, very true and certainly up and keeping with my mental landscape during the solitary commute on a cold morning.

Save for that second pair of socks I forgot to put on before leaving home and an all-too-real (very wet) sea between me and where I'd like to be, I'm feeling pretty good. Haven't felt that way in a while.

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