The rain has been following me all day and i keep 'code red' on repeat. do this long enough you get a taste for it. my annual spring fling with sadness has been lingering (was it the same time last year?), but today the atmosphere of the whole universe changed.

fittingly, i read about Echo, condemned by Hera (what a total bitch!) to only repeat what was said to her. always the last word, never the first. and of all the people for her to fall in love with, fate gave her Narcissus. not only did she have to watch him fall in love with his own image and die for it, but all she could do afterward was repeat his last words to his reflection, "farewell- farewell". she can still be heard in the caves she retreated to, how friggin sad. i need to stop reading these mythology books.

on the drive home from work, i spy with my little eye: balloons in the air...lots of them. i drive on and see the salesman untying more and more red, yellow, and white sale balloons from cars and poles and watching them float away with childlike glee. it's infectious and i feel a little lighter. the universe continually surprises me with the beauty of the everyday.

i put a pink stripe in my hair and go out to rock, cause i don't need no instructions. friends, love, and spirits heal every imaginary wound. i fall asleep on a snoring pillow of lion and dream of dinosaurs in chicago. somehow this has turned into one of the best days of my life. i fell asleep pip and woke up clyde.