Yesterday was evidence that God loves teachers and listens to the prayers of little ankle bitters who know how important a day of building snowmen, making snow angels, and snowball fights are to the human spirit....
While i did not throw a snowball or attempt to bring Frosty to life like Frankenstein....
The day off was a wonderful surprise, like a great thrift store find...
Right now its 9:13 in the morning.. I'm listening to the Shins and the faint converstation that resignates in my kitchen as feelings run through my body like Flow Joe....
Sometimes i feel like their are two or three versions of myself... Each version a new and authentic representation of the man i want to be... Its like a catchy song you cannot get out of your head.. until you try to tell someone just how catchy it is and then..... nothing....
you can't remember the hook, or even hum the beat.....
Bowie said it best.....
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Dont want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I cant trace time
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