Right now, I'm not at work. The sterile cardboard cubicle is not closing in on me. The steely-cold glare of the flourescent light is not a spotlight on my disappointment and failure.
Right now, I'm outside on a sunny day, enveloped in cool breezes, looking at the water.
I'm barefoot in a hammock, wrapped in my white kaftan and letting wind-borne drops of water kiss my face, my neck, my feet.
I have a pen in my hand and a small leather book pressed against my thighs, propped up by my bent knees.
I'm not here.
(There.)
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Lucky you...
I am so not jealous....Noooooooooooo
Naaa I am back...for you to make this post the computer has to be pressed to your thighs...ching ching...I am hating just had to come burst the whole Orwell thing going on here.
y'all are way too literal...
mind over matter, huh? It isn't working, is it?
I saw hammock and froze...I have a wish to be in a hammock...Will i fall? Will i tip over? Is it as romantic as it looks? LOL
Enjoy!
mmmmmmm and the faint clack, clack of palm trees overhead, and a soft shhshhhshhh of the ocean on a Togo beach, a breeze, the grainy sand under feet-a French children's book--that's my place...
I feel you on that one. Did you delete a post? What happened to the things you hate now you are 25 post?
deleted it. Paranoid. Too many skulkers on this blog, man.
i feel u on this one babes.... sometimes u just have to imagine it to get thorough the rest of the day
You're telling me! Hmmmm… you will have to tell me at some other time and place what happened exactly.
I'm Nigerian...what do you expect ;-)...all this airy fairy dreamy nonsense... mtchew
I wanted to say that I was jealous, but saw your comment about people being too literal. So....
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