Early Morning Wanderings

I walked the Seine this morning. The sun appeared as I walked. It was beautiful. I enjoyed myself. I don't know if I'll ever stop wandering - I love to walk and to think and to muse and to talk (usually not to myself). I love to explore. It was a perfect morning. I smile to myself. Sometimes I cannot stop smiling. Most of the time I cannot stop daydreaming.


I should go to bed soon. I haven't slept yet. I have a play to do this afternoon. Nothing grand, just a play.

p.s. I'm reading Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du Mal. I think that if he were alive, we might become friends. I understand him.
... L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.