This morning I'd set to meet the woman who made the fringe skirt for me. We'd had a hard time finding time to meet because my schedule is so packed. And yeah, I've been working my ass off. So this morning when it was soft and blue, I got in the car, which I hardly drive anymore busbound that I be, to drive to Issaquah, a halfway point for us. It was the most free I've felt in weeks, driving fast, the windows open, new marine air rushing through the car and one of my favorite songs, "Lifetime Piling Up," going on.... A song for all venues, for self and intense and hazardous love affairs and day or night; it comes along wherever I am.

So there we were, flying low across the lake, trying to keep it all reasonable. But how? How can any such be contained when the sky and mountains and cityscapes are unabashed in bare sunlight?

I got my skirt and it is awesome, though probably 2 to 3 inches shorter than what we discussed. I think it's probably better that way, to pull me out a little farther from the shadows.