I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Somewhere in the Berkshires

Flight was good, travel out was okay (really, car rental companies, stop being dicks about fees and up selling). Spent way more than I expected for the first day, but then I forgot to write out a shopping list for when we got here (kept forgetting things, and then we had a shoe malfunction, but fortunately there are outlet stores where we are staying). Tomorrow begins the fun, off to the Norman Rockwell Museum, and maybe the botanical gardens.

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