the back burner

blackcurrant tea

It's one of those days the details of which I'll remember later as representative of a place or a season in life. Getting out of bed took a long time. Then it was market day, full of complicated shopping details. I walked to the OM center in the rain, holding my running clothes and shoes, and hit the coffee first thing. Turns out I came in the middle of a mass-mailing effort. Everyone greeted me warmly and I ended up stuffing envelopes awhile.

Now I'm drinking blackcurrant tea, munching on biscuits from Aldi, and wrapping up business details so I can go run. People keep passing by and interrupting me, which I love. The sun is now drying everything out and I'm listening to Sufjan:

"You make it beautiful, friend. You make it worth it, to the end. You put a hole in my head, just like you put a fire in the tree.

"Ever since dawn, ever since when you put the note in my pocket again and you said you wanted to meet me at three, I was invited for once..."