7am morning flights

Today, my kite didn't fly. And I did feel down and blue perhaps because I was looking forward to it too much. Neither did I feel inspired to start sewing the new collection of spots/ stripes animal softies. I had a (funny) fun time with J. again, and I did feel much better after listening to him speak. But I just felt tired, with a heavy heart, and somewhat silly with my broken kite.

When I get to Boston, I'll play the cello and dance all day long. I'll leave my toys behind for good, I promise I will. Just a little while more, for now. I'll be done with it quick.

The first week of October just flew past just like that. Soon, it'll be my turn to fly too.