a poem

If the world had to be someone,

I think it would be a woman.

Rain like heels on the window pane,

Wind carrying the perfume of blossoms and sapping trees,

Stars twinkling like the glitter on her eyes,

Birds mimicking her sing-song laugh...





Yes -

Earth is a woman, for sure,

And she entertains with seasons.

Orly?

Turns out I'm busy up the wazoo this semester. It feels good, I suppose because I'm finally working in college. Funny how things fall into place when you have a direction.

I'm going to a Kennedy-turned-non wedding this weekend. My parents are picking me up tomorrow afternoon from class (just like in underclassmen high school). I haven't had a chance to get home this semester, so it should be a nice five-hour trip north. Plus, I'll get to see Erin and all the new babies in the family.

Nothing ever came of all my job-searching, so I may go home early and seek holiday employment in Tampa. Probably not at SteinMart, though - of course, I say that now.

Not sure what else to report on. Cheers!