2000-07-27 - nine forty five

little kids are great.

they always seem to run around and pick things up. their hands get dirty from overturning bricks, pockets are filled with things you find that many would consider useless, like a funny colored rock or a discarded pink barbie shoe.

i was walking down the street cuz i didn't feel like taking the bus and there was this leaf. it was very pretty. in the summertime, you don't see green with red streaks very often. it was almost like lava flowing rite in the middle of it.

and five feet ahead there was this big piece of bark. the nice smooth and shiny kind you could poke a leaf thru and float on a puddle (yes ... i made boats out of em).