A Job That Slowly Kills You.

i saw the trains today.
they were beautiful.
i love trains.

i finally got kirsten's package. i love her.
it was a long walk to the post office.
it was windy on the way there, but not on the way back.
a woman was trying to sell a black bmw to a man in a snowboarding jacket.
i saw a native american woman in a car. she smiled at me.
she was beautiful, in an unassuming kind of way.
a little boy hid behind a tree. he was wearing snow boots, i wasn't sure if he was hiding from me or his mom. she was taking out the trash.

a man's dog was watching him while he installed carpet on some stairs. he looked at me when i walked by.


the current day dream:
we go for a hike in the mountains. it's summer. we make sculptures with dead grass, and leave them for someone else to find. we pack a picnic. and we're headed to go swimming. it will be cold, but worth it. it's really sunny. we're all tan. we jump off the top of a waterfall and swim for hours.

when everyone realizes how hungry they are, we hike farther, and find the most beautiful meadow. we eat our picnic. we lay down in the sun, on the warm grass, and talk for hours until it starts getting dark.

we gather our things, start walking back...and once we get close we race to the car. it's a long drive home, and it's dark, but everyone is quiet and happy. we listen to music and everything is perfect.