There is a certain blissful sort of morning that I spend in Yellow Springs. It usually consists of plenty of coffee in various states (hot with cream, black over ice). Today I'm hanging laundry to dry on the clothesline, listening to locally produced music, and reclining with Ethan in the living room. We are silent save for the occasional suggestion of an activity, something to replace our boredom. But we're not really bored, and these assertions are dismissed without vocalized dissent.
Nowhere on the program does one find a shower or real clothes. Ethan and I wear boxers and Adidas running shorts, respectively, and tee shirts. Our hair looks sleepy and our skin is dewy and unwashed. There's nobody around to see us. We're just sipping our coffee and looking at the ceiling.
We're perfectly happy.
Monday, July 7, 2008
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