Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Arabian Nights x194

The weather was stormy. The sun was shining. It was the first warm day of spring. It was the first snowfall. It was the middle of the rainy season.
Finances were tight. Deadlines were tight. Anxiety ran high. Emotions ran high. Schedules were overburdened with commitments, family obligations, dentist appointments, emergency room visits for a burst appendix, premature labor, a broken toe.

A previous engagement. A standing assignation. Last minute tickets to attend a playoff game, the opera premiere, a favorite symphony, a farewell concert.

Homework, science projects, lesson plans, a power point presentation as yet unprepared.

Sulking after an argument about the laundry. Flying high after a love letter or first kiss. A sudden phone call from an old friend.

reading New Yorker on artistic development [10/20/08, Late Bloomers, Malcolm Gladwell]

weather cold cold cold cold cold too soon