a random glimpse of random things

i wake up in the morning in my apartment on bosworth,
sunlight through the big tree outside creates dancing patterns that
take over the old wood floor, gently waking me from sleep as it spills onto my face
the sounds of the city are muffled on this side street

i stumble around unpacked boxes, find the coffee
as it brews i breathe in deeply
journal, pen, Bible on lap-reminded of the power of the gospel
i am older, but still so young...so much to learn
facing the world in new light-having learned so much
living in light of what i've learned

i pick up the red-eye on my way to work
waiting for the el
working on the crossword puzzle with 10 others in my same car
i transfer from the brown line to the red line
commuter
i feel i have entered this adult world of working and coffee and newspapers

but i feel more imaginative than ever
and i still can't help walking down the streets
past old chicago houses
stone lion statues at the front doors
and imagining that they will come to life at any moment and walk down the sidewalk with me

or that the black squirrel outside my window in the tree might at any moment start speaking to me
and i never want to stop absorbing
or drinking in
or remembering

i store memories like dandelion wine in the cellar
finding beauty in the mundane
and adventure in the drudgery

...i babysit for a family in the city-last time i watched the kids they locked me in the (playground tower) until i told them were the treasure was. i told them i wouldn't tell them until they brought me the purple flower from the highest mountain (around the side of the house)
they brought it back-demanding i tell them where the treasure is.
i told them i tricked them-and that the flower gave me magical powers that made me fly...
but then i told them the treasure would be waiting for them in the kitchen...b/c the doorbell rang and the pad-thai had arrived.