holy fou mogra, what a day. don't have pix yet, so this nostalgiac image is not today. today, december 26, in chicago, it's like 57 degrees. walking on 57th st. beach, i'm barefoot, while mister runs in the sea on the other side of a snow ridge. i have to walk into the water and fetch him back over the snow as he can't see me and can't get back over.
mister goes up to a kid in a stroller drinking a bottle and looking in his smiling asian eyes and the kid pulls the nipple out and says woo, woo, woo, strolling down the street. big gorgeous winds: not a sign of the haters. maybe the haters thought it was just too nice a day to ruin, bless their pointy heads. though what the haters think we can't bear to think, maybe it's not exactly thought, per se. maybe thought in a hateful head is simply hate. anywho, they were not at large, and the stars were aligned to keep them preoccupied with the evil within.
so, we sally forth in giant winds & the birds are flying wildly. though one hit a window and was sighing deeply upside down on the sidewalk. i gently turned the bird upright and stroked the bird but it was dying. the windowpanes are crying and leaves are flying here 15 stories up. all last night we stayed up talking, the energy keeping us awake. lily said her sister apologized for some ill of many moons ago and said the stars were causing all manner of crazy energy. and love, unprecedented, old me staying up all night swooning and mooning and laughing silent guffaws like a goofy kid. nodding briefly off i woke my mind saying like a mantra, i want to be the discoverer of the earth! i want to cry with laughter, eureka! i've discovered earth! it's not like they told us! we don't have to kill for democracy. sweet godelmighty, we're free! in the warm west winter wind, in the heart of winter, the time of all time. 
so that's the story of the day after xmus, and i more clearly than ever knew, it's not about the stuff you accrue, it's about the spirit you free.