Dear Gravity, you've held me down in this starless city.
Lawdy, Lawdy! A most stunning day out today, but I was cooped up here inside with words pouring out of my head like I'd just dropped a bag of marbles. There are positives and negatives to this, but I can't be bothered with weighing them up right now. At least I didn't slip over on them, bruise my spine and end up in bed for a few weeks over this commercialised holiday season. I enjoy watching the kids compare presents, and I enjoy talking about things like I know everything. That, you secret-santas, is what Christmas is all about for me. We are not doing presents this year, so I'm going to be very low on loot at the end of the morning. I'm not big on presents, fortuitously, so I won't be pouting about the place like a morose bear without his pot of honey. Choo-choo-choo, I'm in a highly strange mood. I want to go on a rail adventure like Peekay in 'The Power of One'! Oh, good God y'all!
Let me see your moves.
I have many things swirling, whirling, twirling around inside my cavernous brain. I have lines and lines of clever things to say. Kilos, if you weighed them, of genius-level theory on socio-political and socio-cultural approaches to modern life. Miles, if you stretched them out, of hilarious tales involving my big mouth and my quick-thinking come-backs. Litres, if you melted them down to liquid, of harrowing emotional situations I've faced with a brave look on my face and a crack in my heart. But I'm not in an organised-story type of mood this fine evening. The windows are open and there's a nice cool breeze blowing across my face and keeping me from over-heating. When my thermostat gets up there's no cooling me down. Let's play the connotation game.
My thoughts are currently floating across the sea to you, cheeky. They can sail the ocean breezes like an enigma. The width of their concern and good-will is more than an Albatrosses wing-span. They're like a flying cloud of empathy - and they're on their way around the world to you like some ancient, giant sea-faring bird that shames today's largest living avian joke. Keep them in your pocket when they get there, that way you can reach in and pull out a smile when you're feeling low. Oooh, if only I could give you them in person. I know I make you happy, and I'm holding it against you!
Well, you smart-mouthed little troopers, it has been fun. It has been riveting fun. It has been magical, riveting fun. It has been annoyingly repetitive, magical, riveting fun. It has been me and you and words and the Internet and somehow you can be a part of it wherever you are in the world. Think about how ridiculous that is. I'm going to tell the kids at school that you go commando everyday so the boys all try to look up your skirt. Farewell.
If you could take me one place in the world, where would it be?
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