Chicago Blizzard! (sounds like a fabulous mixed drink)
I'm waiting patiently till the clock trikes 3, then I'll attempt and pretend to handle this treacherous snow. Tonight is our BIG family party. I adore the politics, news, laughter, music, and conversation over drinks and food.
It's a beautiful crisp day here is Southern California. Storm clouds are lingering in the mountains from yesterdays rain. The dogs are playing rather than their usual "On Guard" barking, A morning delight.
I leave for The Chicago Land tomorrow morning. I am quite anxious about a little project I'll be starting up while I'm back home.... I'll keep you posted!
At times, rather than diving into a new book (which would be a wiser thing to do) I prefer rereading some of my favorites. Hemingway is in my top 5 "re-read" authors. Any emphasise on the late 19th- early 20th century, bohemian, paris, art, and debauchery. (Henry Miller...Swoon)
As I've mentioned in previous posts... Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. *Every single morning* The spectrum is endless. This morning it was:
Perched on a wire, above a Los Angeles boulevard. Tracking life anxiously. Time is irrelevant, sunsets fall while sunrises wake. Thoughts continuously come and go. I stay perched. Waiting for that reason to fly.
This heart races when the wind blows always encouraging flight. I only nuzzle within my plumage gripping with ease. The wind dies, the chance has passed.