10:28 a.m. - 2005-05-28
raceraceracing the season
Our world is cheering up in response to the weather. Sixty in the shade and sunglass appropriate. Moods are lightened and it doesn't even matter that mild annoyances run around destroying slumber as a game at six in the morning. It matters little, when it feels like summer. Everything matters so much less in this season. Worries don't exist when trees stand on their tiptoes and little girls play hopscotch in the drive way. The grass smells like it was just mowed and really it's because it was. Dreams are sweet because the sand man is generous in his generous gifts and the covers are too warm, but comfortable and safe. It doesn't make sense, but we're not asking for change. The dollar was just too much. There could have been a different outcome and the otherside could have been hurt, but the game was called due to weather and everyone is happier for it. A whole lot of nothing for people who mean everything. There are no lies here. There is no truth either. Am I lying? You guess. I guess we're not going to start a revolution. But, well, we could always plan one anyways. In such jovial moods and high spirits, we're off.
