The second Tuesday of next week

 

I can dissolve my shadow with a simple flashlight or remove my hunger with a double cheeseburger.  By gluing my shoes to the sidewalk, I can eliminate my fear of heights and through the simple use of a hot air balloon I can follow the north wind to my cabin in the trees, where acorns fall gently on a bed of giant leaves.

It is my place away, free from the things of man. Absent of the sounds of traffic, the scent of progress and my neighbor’s windchimes, I shall live out my quiet existence in thought.  Free to change my mind, alter direction or completely stand still, feeling the earth’s rotation beneath my feet.

Should the postman deliver your letter I will read it by candlelight, while enjoying a bite of chocolate and a refreshing beverage, for within my walls no bathroom scale shall be found.  My shoes and cares will be left outside.  Once in a while, a little Mozart in the background or maybe the Beatles. 

I'll decide later.