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saturday morning

I jogged in the nearby park and stood there for a little while this morning, breathing.

Letting the air swirl around me, messing up my hair and lifting my spirits. It was more than a gentle breeze, but less than a whipping wind, and i, She Who Has Too Many Words, can't find the name for it in my mental rolodex. I looked up and can't help but envy the clouds - nebulous, shape-shifting, carefree, perpetually in transition.

Makes me want to run down a sandy beach, flying a big red kite with a long trailing tail whipping at the sky.

M # Saturday, November 10, 2007.