daydreamin'

I dream I am moving again, not to a new city but to another small neighborhood in another pocket of current city. I walk down to my neighborhood side cafe, maybe downstairs from where I live, or maybe two blocks down -- or better, hike up one hill and sit in the sun. With my orange juice and bagel with cream cheese occupying both hands -- I try to cut down caffeine intake on weekends, and apparently it is Sunday-- I stare at the cars that pass by fighting for parking spaces. I chuckle at having been lucky to just walk down the street. My friend greets me, looking as though she had just rolled out of bed--and she did, to my recollection. I'm no longer scrambling to get things in things in order. I am calm. So there it ends -- finally I am mellow. maybe I am looking forward to summer.

I am also listening to the Flock of Seaguls doing *Wishing* : "I wouldn't spend my life just wishing... " Ha. Now, if I can just get myself to finish reading before class starts -- more days in the fourth floor of our stinkin' library.