Can't find my place today-looking for a spot to anchor down-- wandering the house checking on things, searching for something with meaning, something to set me free. Maybe I'll do the morning dishes-make them shiny and clean, stack them neatly in the cupboard, clean the table, mop the floor. I think about dusting. WAIT.
Out to the garage, Pog off the hook, ride on up the the greenbelt past mamas pushing carriages, dodging roller skaters, frisbee dogs, the old farts with lecherous eyes, wet spots on the path.
Elton John said it best. "Those are the sweetest skies I've ever seen."