Oh, Gee Golly Gosh. Why am I surprised? Today is the first day of spring break, and the waves go flat. Okay, so here's a picture of better days. December 19th... oh, how I loved this day! If we could get this a little more often, I might not be doing this crazy, insane thing. Selling all my stuff, giving my furniture away, off to explore an island near the South Pole, where I think I will find a little house on a pointbreak with a view of a green hill where I can have a dog that can run free. Oh, folly!
Every day at work I stare up at the tree. In the fall, when school started again, the leaves were green, olive green, with tips of amber. Gradually, I watched them begin to fall. Jose would be out there, blowing them off the grass with that loud, polluting, stinky gas blower. Then, suddenly, the leaves were gone. The tree stood grey and barren. I look up at it now, every day. Soon, the green buds will appear. I squint, and stare, searching. Once they begin to appear, it means I have even less time. When the leaves return, green, full of life and glory, it will be time for me to go. The time will have come, to turn the page and see what happens at another latitude.
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