I drew a birch tree today. It paled in comparision to Cait's WN byproduct

Trees are sometimes green
They are sometimes brown or grey
Trees are never pink

but it was still a pretty good tree. Pat wrote about an english class wwf tournament. Mickey regained the center of attention with his teeth-gnashing poetry. Sarah read another Hallmark worthy prose about Dave. Ugh.

Today was grey again. All black just for the occasion. Except for my Lilly shoes. But I can't stand the sound of sand and cement crunching heels. The Golden's drained their pool today. It rivered down the pavement and I was splashed twice by traffic. There were pebbles in the water, though. The sand from winter roads was swept around them and the light caught them in the tides. A leaf floated past.



The red curtain is slashed.

Ten more days.

ash @ 7:30 PM