Summertime and the living is easy

I sit for as long as I can at the water, when I have the time, watching the ducks and geese drift in slow, rhythmic ribbons across the lake. Where do they go when it gets cold? Could I go with them? Wouldn't it be good to stretch your wings and feel the air beneath them lift you up and carry you away? It's been a long time since I felt any urge to write anything and I still feel the lack of words. The ink in my fingers has been dry for months. The Summer finally did arrive. As it always does, somehow. I've traveled a bit, here and there, and enjoyed watching the view from my 10th story window change from one filled with browns and greys to a flourish of bright, verdant green and warmer tones of the summer foliage and flora. On the street the human flora started appearing after a long Winter in black coats and thick woolen tights. The Edie Sedgewick like revival in the Prada Sring 07 line brought out every bit of leg allowed within modern decency levels, and some above and beyond. I am enjoying the freedom the Summer offers to be outside, active and feeling the blood pumping in my veins again. I'm working on new work. I'm loving my life, despite the lack of literary accompaniment. I started a new little project outside of work exploring the loves and lavishes of food. Perhaps one day I'll share. Perhaps not.