I had a blue, blue morning--the kind where I didn't want to move from my bed (well the bed that is not technically mine, but has temporarily become my bed). When I went into work, I hoped that I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Of course it was a lively morning for everyone else, so I was forced to talk about nothing. Around lunch time, I convinced myself to go for a walk, even though my head hurt and I was just plain mad about life, I guess. On my walk, I engaged in some kind of anger, befuddled prayer with God. I may have even kicked a rock or two. This continuous prayer did bring a little comfort, especially after some man in a cut off shirt laid eyes on me while I crossed near his front porch. I started to pick up speed when I heard some horses whinnying to each other. I ran toward the sound to find a circle of horses galloping and making noise. For some reason, it instantly cheered me up. In flip flops, I weaved through weeds and bushes to get closer. And I just watched.
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