there are insistent noises throughout the day, the whoosing of the air ocndition, the traffic four stories below me, doors opening and closing down the hall, the muffled laughs of people talking in the hall. all a calaphony of my life. but, here in my room i am the lone flute, flying high, high, high above it all. and in my world, van morrison sings quietly of tupelo honey.
outside my window the building continues to grow upward and the walls are being completed. colors of taupe, gray and beige - like so much government issue. workers buzz around like angry, persistent, orange bees with hard heads and nimble feet. landing here and there while attached to ladders and ropes to replace non-existant wings. i can see them below me and sometimes beside me, taking my view away.
turning back, i sip my grape koolaid and smile at how silly many people think i may be...drinking a kid's drink. maybe tomorrow i should bring pb&j.