Rainy Day Dream

Let's just escape, run until our our muscles burn and coil tight from exhaustion. We can plow forward until our bones ache with the wonderful hurt of too much time spent standing, straining, lingering in the sun, forearms red like appleskin just turned ripe.


Pictured: Indoor ferrris wheel at the I-X center outside Cleveland.

The notion of escape, running away from the trivial daily drudgery, is nice. However, you must act upon those feelings sometime... or else, you have forgotten that action and inaction are separate from one another; that daydreams and anticipation are two very different ideas.

I often daydream that I am walking along the dusty trails in South Dakota's Badlands--a storm building behind me, just as it did when I really was there. I also daydream that I am walking down Haight Street in San Francisco, peering in storefront windows and watching all the people as they pass. I think about swimming in the ocean as a child, being flipped over by the power of the waves, salt water gushing up my nose and then down the back of my throat.

I don't want the daydream to become the only dream.