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Nov. 7th, 2006 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emchyinto work early. the morning was an adventure of lamps getting knocked over while snooze buttons were hunted for and glasses of water leapt across the room and hid themselves only to leap out later at unsuspecting toes... when you wake up to that at 7am - there really isn't more sleep in your future... well not for me anyway.
the fog was making eyes at me this morning. from the bedroom window i saw the bank of it hanging out over the ocean when the lamp first fell. by the time i was into jeans and looking for lotion it was sliding over the coastal hills and winding itself into the stern grove trees. by the time i am into work - the sun shines over north beach while the tops of the skyscrapers disappear into the mist.
so into work early - good reading on the train has me feeling wistful and wanting to drive to marin and eat cheese / drink wine in the headlands. my mouth is full of a sharp and round coffee flavor. was the espresso burned or was i simply not awake enouogh for the drink. maybe my tongue needed some sort of liquid warm up before waking up to hot earth goodness.
and now - the day stretches ahead of me and all i want to do - is go to a lawn somewhere - someplace that smells like grass on the top of a hill - and read. maybe climb a tree and read from the branches like i used to do back on monte carlo.
the fog was making eyes at me this morning. from the bedroom window i saw the bank of it hanging out over the ocean when the lamp first fell. by the time i was into jeans and looking for lotion it was sliding over the coastal hills and winding itself into the stern grove trees. by the time i am into work - the sun shines over north beach while the tops of the skyscrapers disappear into the mist.
so into work early - good reading on the train has me feeling wistful and wanting to drive to marin and eat cheese / drink wine in the headlands. my mouth is full of a sharp and round coffee flavor. was the espresso burned or was i simply not awake enouogh for the drink. maybe my tongue needed some sort of liquid warm up before waking up to hot earth goodness.
and now - the day stretches ahead of me and all i want to do - is go to a lawn somewhere - someplace that smells like grass on the top of a hill - and read. maybe climb a tree and read from the branches like i used to do back on monte carlo.
