daydream

I am not one of those people who hate Mondays. I rather like getting back into the swing of things. Yet this morning the stray thought did come to me that I might enjoy being in an open air market of a cool city in Mexico. In my mind, I am in one of the cities I've never visited--Zacetecas, La Paz, say, or Veracruz--and the air full of moisture and the smell of folk art materials--straw, leather, fabric, and ceramics.