June 23, 2004

• I found myself on a patch of grass in the park on sunday afternoon. next to me a vintage copy of national geographic I got my hands on recently, but it was just sitting there, didn’t feel like reading.
  two kids were throwing a soccer ball back and forth; one was clearly better than the other one. their dad’s later started playing with them, one dad was clearly better than the other one. after a few glances around I rested my chin on my knee and stared ahead into the lush green. slowly my mind went blank. not consciously but it just happened that way. at one point it almost felt like I didn’t hear anything else that went on around me, it was just me and the trees, swaying to the wind. not sure how long passed before I noticed a flake land on my foot, then another on my arm, two more on the blanket. I was so out of it that for a fraction of a second I thought of snowflakes, but in mid fall? in São Paulo??! I looked up and saw tens of pink flakes floating lazily downward. I haven’t noticed but I was sitting close to a tree with small dense pink blossoms. as the wind picked up the numbers increased. I dropped back on the blanket with my arms open and my eyes closed, zeroed in on the weight of every flake landing on my skin. one on my right eye, one on left arm, then another, 2 more on my face and on and on. after a few minutes it didn’t matter where they were falling anymore, as if I was an open hand collecting alms.
  
  It’s a brand new day!!!
  

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