Urbania

This (Sunday)  morning is the first in weeks and weeks that I could genuinely sleep in:  no alarm, no worries.  I must have drifted off around 2am, and I woke around 8am with my laptop still open and gleaming and my cats gazing mistrustfully out the window.

Because this (Sunday) morning also finds the Philadelphia marathon directed down my city block, accompanied by a chorus of whoops and shrill calls from the brave cold supporters clustered along the sidewalk.

And you know, I didn’t really mind.  It is kind of nice to hear people so happy and excited.  I fed my creatures and crawled back in bed with my laptop.  The street sounds like a forest of strange birds calling to each other as some swift-footed thing pads through.