It's a sunny day.

It's a sunny day. It's a title to a Paul Simon song. I have always been drawn to a play by Israel Horovitz called Hopscotch. The lyrics of the Simon song are on the first page of the script. The lyric floats into the play. A woman and man meet on a playground. They have not seen each other for a long while. The woman is playing hopscotch. Why is she there? Why hopscotch? Why is the man there? How are we informed about their past relationship? I love the questions. They go on forever.
I miss the questions. I miss examining a play line by line. I miss directing actors and together discovering the movements and impulses of a charater. Can you tell it's been awhile? Leave it to me to find a difficult profession nearly impossible to find a job in, that's as addictive an an oppiate.
Hopscotch could be a metaphor for it all, questions, actors, blocking and throwing an idea out into the air and hoping that it lands in the right place and then hopping on one foot to get there. Question is am I willing to "play" the game.