Transferred the 2k words to book, 41-page project. And it’s done. Time, 8:41am, and I’m nearing 1,000 words. Could be the coffee, could the morning.. could be me. Not sure I’m concerned with cause at this point. Started a 500-word paper on Naturalism, its significant to students, readers, on teaching blog. Feel that it may be part of what gets me to Stanford. I think. Could be wrong, but what’s wrong with trying, blended with hoping?
Season earlies, not hurting,
but teaching, showing, new green stretches,
glazed, almost closed,
stay on patio, enjoy moment before
all touched, as if it were sent from
Yukon, Arctic, somewhere in
Siberia. Thank you, perfect
beginning. now if I could
just stay here, freeze frozen
frame, for me, to keep, what they could
criticize then.. nothing. their lips would
be iced still, shut.
Sounds, natural or man, with whisked white