Thursday, April 15, 2010
No double latte required
I need not order a $10 coffee drink to get my engine humming in the morning. I only need step out the door, and see the whir of life at my feet. The chicken door is opened, and no one questions why I am wearing the same outfit as yesterday, and the day before. The barn is 200 feet away and is holding its pre-breakfast roll call. I have such distinct purpose here, creatures count on me. But I count on them, to be there, to turn the key of my imagination.