wrapped in sesame street stripey scarf, bolt to bus stop, MEC knapsack on back, painted Blundstones point the way... lurch & careen downtown, deposit gazillion library books, gather fresh holds... wander... over to Paperie, soaking up roomfuls of exquisite imported paper products from round the world, France, Japan, Italy... sheets & sheets of thick rich wrapping papers dense with saturated colours...or spidered with ephemeral delights... scoot through mall, fast-fast... shoot through cross street in light drizzle... rain grey softness... pull open old wooden door to Lotus Pond... shy girl with bowed face & sylphy thinness whispers 'vegetable wonton soup?'... broth divine, abundance of coarse black & finest white pepper... bliss... down through Centenn Square, past dated yet strangely attractive fountain... into cavernous ceilinged cafe for shelter & oasis... with determination, transcribe entire week of dreams into document form, 15 full pages, soul life * t e e m i n g *... nibble tiny tiny tiny sweet with salt... curiously good... wifi head & emf overload... dart out for great lungfuls of wind-whipped air... dip into Haute Cuisine, shiny fancy cookwares & sparkly new gadgets... swerve through fast-falling darkness to neon-lit Market for baking supplies, tea party on the horizon... shoot up to Island Blue, sketchbook-mission... pit-stop at Simple Remedies, hello to balding Brian gleefully stamping discount cards like a merry 3 year old
putter
veer
swerve
lurch
wander
float
transcend
careen
pause
saunter
amble
trudge
& back to Base Camp
not bad, for 5 hours sleep, & a very rough start
sometimes, i amaze myself
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