i realized the other day that i spend a lot of time looking down.
when i walk, i look down.
walking the dog and M the other day,
on one of the most pleasant
summer days of memory,
i caught myself scanning the sidewalks,
looking for pebbles and stones,
examining trash left on the periphery of green yards,
tracing the asphalt repairs - thick black lines of tar -
with eyes that were looking down, down, down.
well, wouldn't that affect a girl?
so i tried looking up! i held my head up.
like mountain pose - strong! up! soft gaze up.
pushing that stroller, wrangling that dog.
i looked UP! i saw such a sky blue,
such meandering, simple clouds, moving.
i saw the tops of trees swaying. i saw green and blue,
my favorite colors.
it was very pretty. and it made me feel
confident - full of hope and happiness.
well, doesn't that affect a girl?!!