spend more time outside

See?

http://flickr.com/photos/goddessparkle/sets/72157594320455988/

We’ve had wonderful weather in Boston, though today is a little grey. I can’t wait for fall now.

So, so so nice.

I am getting brown (er.)

Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it’s hanging down on me.
And it’s a hitchhiked a hundred miles.
I’m a rag-a-muffin child.
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.

Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they’re cloudy,
They have no borders, no boundaries.
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell.
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.

Hey sunshine
I haven’t seen you in a long time.
Why don’t you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die.
They don’t know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do i.

Cloudy, cloudy…

If it’s nice out, I plan to sit on the grass and read, either close by or maybe I’ll drive out to the Decordova.

...around the conservation area near Evelyn’s apartment this evening, when the light was just beginning to fade. It was crisp and pretty.