Friday, May 22, 2009
Breezes, Sing
I wish you a three-day weekend like those three-day weekends from when we were 18. Those three-day weekends where anything seemed possible, when it was just warm enough to swing barefoot on a playground in the cool of the evening and listen to the bugs sing. I do not even know if bugs sing during three-day weekends in this new land. But I hear there are fireflies. And I can already smell a bit of possibility blowing in off the Hudson.
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6 maids a-milking:
I've never seen a firefly in Manhattan, so it's time to head to Prospect Park where the bugs sing like opera singers.
Sigh. I miss NYC.
go to central park. Fire Flies congregate over open fields, sheep's meadow is the perfect place if there be firefly around.
Manhattan is actually the only place I've ever seen fireflies in my whole life. In Washington Square Park, in July.
I didn't realise you guys had a 3-day weekend too... enjoy!
DOODLE BOOK 4 EVAH.
And laying out on the trampoline.
Yes, there are fireflies! And they are wonderful. xoxoxo
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