Fresh Start

Today was the first Salt Lake farmer's market of the growing season. Veg was scant, but I did pick up some Swiss chard and baby beets. We listened to Tolchock Trio play (kind of Velvetundergroundy and actually a sextet), and it felt good to lie on my back on the cool grass and feel sort of warm and cold at the same time. It threatened rain pretty much all day, but the market was crowded. Part of why it felt so good to lie down was that I didn't have to look at the other people, and I could stop thinking about looking a certain way or the way they were looking. Don't get me wrong- everybody looked great. It's just that sometimes you don't want to look. Sometimes I think the steady decline of my eyesight is a subconcious wish that I have to just smell and feel more, and not have to look so much.