2003-07-24 - 9:50 p.m.

the only reminder a bitter aftertaste when I see the message "your CD key is already in use"

this morning, straddling my bike in the shade of a huge farmland tree

facing up the slight hill, surrounded by sweet giant puffs of frosted air dotting the sky around me

later, at the beach, between a tree's trunk and its spreading branches to cut the wind

but before that even, at the hawk tower, finding slow spots in the curling winds

then quite the pause until a hand raising and exhaling to the fan(. No one understood the picture of the fan.)

then again

and again

and then the waves of music, cascading around the walls from the oddly-oriented speakers

careening in time with the pool balls, crashing and ebbing, flowing deep between the musician's heart and the listener's outstretched mind.

how do you reveal your childhood?

by experiencing it.

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