So here I am with coffee, private music thanks to AirPods and a Sunday morning. The veranda is quite still this morning. There’s a light breeze and no one to share or complain. No other voices besides the Wallflowers playing about an avenue with a heartache. Coffee still steams and I can sit here and just feel Merida and it’s beautiful cool mornings.
Now the Avett Brothers serenading my morning. Some February 7. The chair rocks. The mind dreams.
Then my morning swings in such careful unison. Let it all go she says. Tomorrow will never come. Fade to life.