A Hollow Tree

It seems my only blogging is work blogging; but it is only in the quiet hours between carts of books and the evening show that it occurs to me to write.

I am frequently encouraged by all my co-workers to create a “myspace” account, but I am loyal to my sad little blog.

One warm day today – 74 degrees, with a cooling March wind. I sat outside with Sokha and Amrita and ate sushi while the wind threatened the red umbrella over our outdoor table with upward gusts. I was one solid grip away from being Mary Poppins, flying off into the sky. I hid in the sun during my break, and soaked up light. Too long have I sat in winter, this world of fragile things.