Monday, January 08, 2007
It's simple to get swallowed up by the old Monday to Friday hopscotch. A poet once told me to avoid that way of life at all costs. I think of that often, mostly when my ass feels like it's been shivved from sitting for too long.
Here is what I saw, for a brief moment, when exiting my building and heading for the train, tugging on my gloves and hat and sighing, "Almost there."