baby let your hair hang down

i woke up to the sun in my eyes, pouring in through the window. now it's cloudy. last night i took a walk, aimlessly. i got to the park when the sun was setting. it was almost empty, just a few people playing basketball, 2 kids on skateboards, people walking their dogs. there weren't any kids around so the playground was mine, i swung for a long time, listening to modest mouse. the 2 kids came over and got on the baby swings, standing up, twisting them around. i got up to leave and they yelled "thank you nice person" and took my swing and the one next to it. they looked about 10, one of them had dyed blue hair. i sat on a picnic table while it got dark and overheard their conversations about kids at their school, and their dirty jokes. they seemed so lucky, best friends at the park at sunset. it hurts when i think of the things i missed in my suburban neighborhood, with no parks, big pointless lawns seperating us from our neighbors, and nowhere to go within walking distance.

i walked from there to hawthorne, and got some fruit and a plant at fred meyer. on the way home the streets were dark and shadowy, like a jungle. i walked across the field by the middle school and went on new streets.

i'm going to go drink coffee.
love, becky