play, amber, play.

as i'm walking out of the greenway onto nicollet mall on my way to work
yesterday, i see the ground covered with snow. no. not snow...uh...wtf?

ah. they're cleaning the fountains and there's A FOAM PARTY ON NICOLET
MALL!!!! WEEEE!!!!

okay. not a party. but lots of foam. and, like a big pile of leaves or a
snowdrift, my heart pulls me toward it. "play, amber, play," it whispers to
me. "no, i'm a big girl now," i whisper back, "and i'm going to be late
for work." "screw those office bitches," heart says. "just run into the
middle and kick it around a bit." i stop. i consider. i walk into the
middle and smoosh some with my sneakers. i grin like an idiot. then
a terrier comes bounding through, chasing and chomping at bits of foam.

i am late for work.