magic

awake, awake, awake after a good, warm, deep sleep and i don't remember any dreams at all. we got in bed a few hours early to read and ended up staying up a few hours late. we nested down side by side in all the big pillows and ate strawberries and pistachios as the pages turned and turned. and i noticed right away how good and softly romantic it all was and felt so thankful and happy. i wondered how many couples do things like this, or even how many friends, in pajamas and blankets, curl up together with books and things to munch and i hope most people do.

i read, all in one sitting, 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland'. and on the 2nd page i thought, 'this is a story i'll read over and over again. this is a story i need to read over and over again'. i wanted to begin again at the beginning the second i finished it and commit the little rhymes and songs to memory before i moved on to 'Through the Looking Glass'. twinkle, twinkle, little bat. i read it like a child and didn't look for any symbolism or any of that junk whatsoever. i just read it and got lifted away by it, let the writing sink in to me and swim around and reek some wonder in my bones and brain, let the silliness spawn and multiply. my dear radish king is right- this story has magic in it and i can't believe i never read it until last night. the writing is just so good and so so musical. infectiously musical and full!

and when i went outside this morning with my coffee and my notebook and my dog, there was a wild turkey right there at the line of the forest, trying to fly, flying a foot or two at a time, back and forth, going nowhere at all, back and forth and gobbling all the while. inga sniffed the air and figured she'd find the ball she stole from the neighbor's dog instead of watch the turkey with me. the boredom of a rottweiler makes no sense. but i watched the poor, stupid thing and eventually it waddled its way deeper in to the trees, gobbling and gobbling, and a new bird with a weird squawk came to take its place.