Two posts in one day!

I haven't moved since finishing the last post, but I wanted to finish that thought process before starting this one, and move from the past to the present.  (Which reminds me of Timon, "You've got to put your past behind you!")

I'm focussing on being free in April.  Free to just be me.  Free to be silly.  Free to dance.  Free to breathe.  Free to speak.  Free to...do whatever comes to mind.

Life is much happier this way! On the weekend, Amber, Rachael, Carla and I, after a bit of a stressful morning, spent an hour lying on the floor in our hallway, with our legs and feet on the wall, taking pictures of our feet, and then taking pictures with our feet.  Sometimes doing purposeless, ridiculous things is exactly the thing that you need to do, more than any other pressing commitments.  Then we painted our toenails, and sang, and went out for lunch, where I discovered an AMAZING toy dispenser! Carla gave me a dollar, and we all had so much fun (ok, well, I may have enjoyed it more than the others.  I never thought I'd say this, but I may be the most childish of the bunch!) twisting the crank and watching a marble fall through a maze of gears and drops and twisting slides before knocking a bouncy ball into my hands.

Today, I finished my last class of the year, and came home to eat some icecream, skype with Sydney, and sit on my balcony, where I wrote a poem, which led me to thinking about my blog, which led to the last post, and now this post, which, just to complete the circle, I think I'll end with my poem!  Cheerio folks!

There is so much anxious intention in cities.

Sun glistens on shiny coloured cars

revving engines, impatiently rolling

on to the next destination when

lights change.

Light changes in the morning

weak halogens, or fluorescents or iridescents,

tired from holding the fort flicker and fade off.

The sky rolls over, revealing coloured

clothes, blue back,

sun rise.

Sun rises and the city drudgingly wakes.

The barren roads breathe preparing for

new heavy, hot loads.

Black wheels carry sighing robots

who try to smile at the start of a

new day.

New days are coming

The monotony  of mechanical statues

will be brought to life by

rolled down windows

and sunny songs and singing birds

and summer shoes.

In summer shoes

feet tread toward fresh green grass

Tandem, timed steps

Together, hands clasped

Light laughs

Care

Free.