Magic happens on Saturday.
Jazz replaces the clicking of the keyboard.
Music lessons and cooking shows and poetry writing replace Excel.
Finally free.
Free to be me- who I really am.
Severing the tie to my workdays- free to float away.
Bashing the tether which holds my writing to this earth.
The gift of time and space is mine- breath to my words and life to my scribbles.
All week long, I have kept my wandering dreams and wild imaginings locked up in a small box, hidden in the interior of my imagination. Waiting to be free someday.
And today is that day.
V-Day.