Friday, June 10, 2005

Summer spell 

It's hot. We got none of those warm early-summer days I dreamt of while in Mysore this time last year- cool'n'rainy days made way, overnight, to hot'n'steamy. New York in her finest stinky, vulgar, sexy, slower-moving summer guise. Days when you have to be a little careful in practice, injury lurks looking for ins among suddenly-longer muscles and bendier back.

Trying to figure out what the new plan will be, past the intensive, which ends late July. Trying to figure out this year's trip, to Greece. How, maybe, I can spend my birthday with my family, for the first time in a dozen years. Maybe.

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