Subtle Oceans

I was driving down South Fredonia to my advising appointment 3.7 miles away from my house. It's a long drive, but I enjoy it as long as those 30-mile-per-hour old fogies don't form a mexican road block (not racist) in front of me on north street. anyways, so I was driving... and I was hot. Sticky hot. And anxious. And wondering what I should major in. And running late. And the air-conditioning is not working. My window is open but it's not good enough. I need an air stream. Like out of a jet engine. I'm going over that hill that on my bike seems like a mountain. Mt. Everest. I role down the opposite window ...ssshhhSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I can't hear my music at all whatsoever and it's because I'm speeding. 61 in a 40. and the tornado that's happening right here between my seat and the passenger's is LOUD. and then there It is..

that relief.

it starts behind my ears. that coolness. those fingers of ice sliding in.
the roots of my hair are still damp from my shower and at this point I'm so thankful.
this 89 degree wind blowing into my car is turning into frigid a/c as it touches my scalp.

my hair is blowing everywhere, but elegantly. I'm cool. I'm happy. I'm an air mermaid.



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Tonight I painted.
and danced ballet to yo-yo ma.