9'13'00__wednesday jennifer 9.13.2000 -- Wednesday -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I want to open all the windows and pull on my favorite comfy sweatshirt, walk outside without dripping of sweat gone wrong, stay in bed in the morning a few extra minutes wondering why the rest of the world isn't as warm as under my covers, and pretend that this is fall - not the fall that schools starts in but the fall that classes slow down in, the fall that comes right before winter hits not that keeps summer nights in mind - the fall that makes minds think and poets write and the time of year when we pause to say goodbye to the endlessness of a free summer that always ends before you really get going. I will walk on the sidewalks, praising the sun for shining on me, rejoicing in the lack of snow beneath my feet, I will look out the windows and wonder if I need a longer sleeved shirt or maybe a light jacket, I will feel the beauty of the impending cold and white and plain and simple of winter control. I will miss what the summer brings to me, but I will overflow in the greatness of seasons. I will be a walking contradiction walking home playing with the notions of my inner rage and yet the pure happiest I feel at being alive. I am almost 20 years old, but I still can't give up on why so many people put up with so many problems. How can you be content when nothing seems right, you must wonder at seeing someone such as myself. Look at yourself for a moment and tell me the answer. My restless nature and my rage can consume me, so it must affect you if you are truly living here next to me. But, wait just a second, give me a moment, come and sit with me while we watch the sky and the moon dance together and amaze and delight the unworthy world we deal in everyday. The simple unquestioning love of a friend, the smile of strangers and strangeness is an unknowing world... how often do you just stop, take it in, know that something has got to be working out like you planned and once you find what it is, you will be golden. --kate levy-- 000914 what's it to you? who go blather from