2:58 PM, on a Wednesday afternoon. The sky is shined and tall pale blue. Spring flowers are splashing their colors low upon the warming ground. It is not yet that season, however. Like film skipping forward in some odd narrative, the content seems out of place. But beautiful, none-the-less.
And welcome.
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I’ve been doing a modest two miles a day on the treadmill, growing my sideburns, and shaking off some Wintry cobwebs. I want to be poured more brightly into my life. To fill it more truly.
And I want to write more.
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I try to give things too much structure at times. It might be interesting to just improvise at points. Get a little jazzy. Make it more about rhythm and feeling than topics. Like now. What is this entry about? I have no idea: it’s just little blips popping into my head. Things I’m feeling at the moment as the sunlight washes through my window and as I breathe Wednesday’s air.
As the song goes: "I was just wondering if you’d come along."
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--- JWR, 3/15/00
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