saturday morning walk.

crisp morning, chirps in my ear, sand under my feet. Shade and sun, shade and sun. poetry and prose. stream of consciousness. self referential. rhythm of salsa. THE MOOD. the mood of music, the mood of being. the music of mood. body feels the need to reciprocate the music. it rhymes, the body rhymes. the mood rhymes. I dig my sneakers into the walking sand, i watch them playing with their dogs, i watch them watching their new born, i watch the old and weary, clinging to their mood. the mood of age, the mood of death. i sink into myself. back to the rhythm of salsa. warmth of sun on the corner of my forehead. shade respites it. i watch them running. i watch them walking. i watch them leaving. i feel the draining. salsa tempos down. mind starts regaining consciousness. my phone rings. time to go back to the apartment.

time to write this blog.

crisp morning, chirps in my ear, sand under my feet....