nine days after the vernal equanox day. every day is virtual vacation day in the world inside my head, even if i have to mostly dream up the landscape myself. the sun is bright, not warm, but not freezing. a day for the garden spirits tending the mazelike spirit garden that i can see in my mind, in place of the parking lot. brother anthony of the holy magnetic arch, may not have believed in the neo zen druids he invented, but i sort of do. well maybe not that beer swilling barbique lot, but the invisible unknown, who love logic and imagination in equal measure. riding the free invisible little trains, winding our way through the mountains and forests of the mind and soul. where all are peers, and none depend upon physical form.
I hereby name today national day day, the day to remember national holidays. Let us always remember red wagon day too.