|lichen-laden sliding door on Featherknoll Farm|
Right Now, I am:
enjoying… solitude and solace in my home after several days speeding down slides and playing shark in swimming pools with my nephews on the east coast
listening… to Babel Gilberto’s bossa nova on my Quick Mix compilation of Pandora
consuming… too much information on the Internet
watching... watercolor clouds touch fields of grasses going to seed
looking… out my office windows on a backyard paradise—oak trees and barns beyond
thinking… about the next seemingly insurmountable 30 pages of thesis submission
feeling… sleepy-dreamy in a wistful way
waiting… for my girlfriend to return from her rafting fieldtrip; to celebrate her birthday at Sea Ranch next weekend; to go camping for three weeks in the eastern Sierras!
loving… sleeping in, determining my own schedule, summer!
hoping… all the unknowns of my future, particularly aligning work with passion and payment, will come to fruition like butterflies taking flight
|Butterflies, by David Zimmerman (age 11)|