The sign at the coffee place said, You travel the world searching for what’s been at home all along. But what if there’s a cat at home. And what if that cat wakes you up every morning at 4:45?
A slice of lemon in bubbly water. The sun suggests Spring. It is Sunday, soon to be Sunday evening. It’s a somber, soon-to-be Sunday evening. Almost all Sundays toward evening turn somber.
She was 20’s and dressed urban: khakis, canvas coat, leather bag. And she was losing hair on the crown of her head. She would scratch at it.
Sometimes, even on a hazy day, specs illuminate too much.