lying in a shady, dapply leaves spot of duke gardens watching wispy clouds cross the sun. or on my stomach, sinking my cheek into the grass so that all i could see were big crissy-crossy blades far into the distance, with spots of light and dark. every once in awhile reading some of leaves of grass (O Soul!?! How are you doing today?). aren't i the poetic one? imagining a river running through narrow canyon-like folds of my brain, rushing then trickling, then coming to a pool, a slow section, rapids, eddies, swirls (don't you love when waves crash against rocks? too bad we don't get any of that in san diego or most of the socal coast, but big sur, aha). some important stuff as far as theater work i want to do crystalized while i was meandering my afternoon. i'm excited! as this guy jared who i was talking to last night said (same guy who was lying in the rain on the lawn) when i asked him if he liked living in L.A., 'i like living.' it's interesting to be around people who don't really do small talk. ope, gotta go.
posted by Liza 12.7.03