The morning is here for me to show you, you so young and fresh and not yet used to your bodies. Teeth just out of braces, I want you to clomp on the ideas, on greatness, but the sun, its rays are elusive, clouded. The whole world is a name on the tip of my tongue I so much want to share it with you if I can just remember how to say it.
I ski, teach, parent, write, read, swim, adventure. I get lost in my own mind, chewing on words and images. Sometimes something good comes out.