Daydream in which I envision a balloon artist constructing a giant strand of DNA. I wake up beside the pool to see a little club-footed bird hopping around begging for crumbs. Actually the way they herk and jerk through their tiny lives, bouncing off the pavement on sporadic stick legs, makes me laugh--not cynical mad laughter but genuine amused-with-life laughter.
Posted by Alan at June 12, 2003 07:25 PM