feeling philanthropic. wanting to run out and join the art gallery, go see concerts, donate to fine causes. wanting to become an urban bohemian, replete with glasses, piercings and a copy of chaucer’s canterbury tales in my bag. sleepovers at the aquarium. recumbent galactic excursions at the planetarium, blowing bubbles at the stars. finally, thirsting for culture and information.
losing myself in the details. becoming mezmerized watching a flight of starlings swoop across the sky to lightly perch in the winter-naked birches.
waiting for that something which will provide the impetus to break out of the apathy.
getting better all the time.