the day began in an extended sprint, the clouds were hanging but warmth hovered in the air. work passed in a zoom as requests came in and out. my mouth was moving and fingers typed but moments my mind whirled. i hopped on my two wheels and pedaled past textures and colors that have become the norm. upon arrival, i was greeted with a tail waggin' but no one more. i casually tossed my yoke and was headed to continuing the routine, until i spied. there on the flat, oak table was a nondescript package with my very name. i looked around so as to not jinx the discovery. i picked up, turned over, looked around and then proceeded to tear open. layer by layer, sweet words and delicate details roused my anticipation and kindled my emotions. till finally, underneath a thin coating of tissue appeared butterfly wings and rings of silver. lucky me, i not only received a sentimental, elegantly crafted piece of body ornament but a new sister who i think shares a part of my very soul.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
family glue
the day began in an extended sprint, the clouds were hanging but warmth hovered in the air. work passed in a zoom as requests came in and out. my mouth was moving and fingers typed but moments my mind whirled. i hopped on my two wheels and pedaled past textures and colors that have become the norm. upon arrival, i was greeted with a tail waggin' but no one more. i casually tossed my yoke and was headed to continuing the routine, until i spied. there on the flat, oak table was a nondescript package with my very name. i looked around so as to not jinx the discovery. i picked up, turned over, looked around and then proceeded to tear open. layer by layer, sweet words and delicate details roused my anticipation and kindled my emotions. till finally, underneath a thin coating of tissue appeared butterfly wings and rings of silver. lucky me, i not only received a sentimental, elegantly crafted piece of body ornament but a new sister who i think shares a part of my very soul.
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