i woke up this morning and had to put on socks, the wood has a cool dry feeling, and i feel like its the holidays. califormia decembers are like philly octobers, minus the feeling of being on the verge. of what? dense red, yellow, orange, brown trees in the hills, seeing tika again, aunt sassy & glenn, and nyc stimulation. and my dancing self, my creative self. the studio in n. philly is bringing her back, what we're doing there, the independence of it, the ability to do the work i've prepared myself to do.
posted by Liza 30.9.05