I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.

I'm sitting in my new room. My windows are open, and my cat's napping in the sun. There are squirrels playing in the tree outside my windows. I'm listening to Jars of Clay. I'm still in my pajamas. My grandma's coming later. I'm talking to one of my best friends. I'm plotting where I'm going to put my posters.

Come on, you wish you could be doing this, don't you?

posted by Emma @ Thursday, August 21, 2003