It was an e e cummings kind of day.
When up I Woke, life whacked my consciousness like sticking my nose into a spoke, the wheel stopped, but my nose didn’t. When I went outside to get the Sunday Paper it was warm, the paper was too, so I decided to the out I would so I could do projects go. Breakfast was down so into the great outdoors I went only to find the wind whipping foamy whitecaps on my smooth sailing plans. Never mind that I wasn’t sailing, but had I been, I wouldn’t. Before I could put everything or even anything away,... Sign in to see full entry.