80 Degree whimsy...

Watching people is one of the most interesting sports in the world. Sitting here in Kerkoff, at 2pm, watching the sheer VOLUME and variety of people walking by is amazing.

There's so much flesh to watch walking by...even the way people talk and walk, and how they present themselves to the world: in orange-ified glory, pale whiteness, or even dusky cacao brown. The French have the right idea: sit outside life with a coffee or cool drink and watch as it blazes past, going somewhere, rapidly, meandering, slowly with great purpose. On scooters, skateboards, all seeking for knowledge, experience or just the illusory grade.

Clusters of people, chattering magpies of human need for social interaction--or the lone studyers, disturbed only by the blowing of the wind and a stray leaf that hits their book. Notebooks, bags of all variety. A baby cries as she wanders after her mom, pretty in peach, does she want to be picked up, or does she want food? I know none of these things.

The little yellow mango stars overwhelm the taste of my peach tea. Its so warm and breezy today. At leeast Eighty. A fairy poster prompts my desire to create a fairy dress for summer. What shall it be made of? Faded flower petals? The green from the leaves of the ficus tree glowing in the sun? I have a great urge to paint. Alas, no paints, though the canvas walks by every minute.

As anna says, "I don't call it going to class....I call it...WHIMSY!!"