it's a rainy day here - miserable, dark and stormy. it seems that march does not want to go out with a whimper but a growl...putting an end to the myth regarding in like a lion out like a lamb. the clouds are laden, pregnant with unwept rain and the claps of thunder are leashed back from their wild cavorting.
a break in the torrents of water has come and i think about what to do to get out of the house. three days i've spent by my e-mails and telephone and today i'm declaring my spring break. i want boots to stomp the puddles and a bicycle to scream out freedom - - as loud and long as wallace. the trees sway and leaves drip, drip, drip, drip streamlined bars to line a household prison.
fettered, chained, cramped...no more, not today - maybe tuesday or wednesday, some other responsible day. thursday sounds important enough with its harsh tones and timeclocks that must be met before the next weekend of freedom. but today is saturday and we must all fly away.