another side of me pasted into reality

once, when i was a kid in summer art school, i found myself at the end result of teachers' nominations in a sculpture class. i've always built things, from sand castles to backyard forts.

so here i am, with the standing potential to build upon my building, play with everyone and everything in a store, and finally be the visual design merchandiser/window display lady. this strays, of course, from my many years as a park ranger/tour guide/save-our-history vigilante, but there is something about it which speaks to me... right down to the creativity on the tips of my fingers. could it be? i want this job, maybe. what will happen next? the suspense is beautiful, really.

the premise of what possibilities may unfold is as sumptuous as the man in my dream last night, who brought me my favorite [Mayan] chocolates, and greeted me with a warm albeit oddly familiar smile. 'scuse me while i enjoy this thought. hmmmmmm...