Spring 2017

Are you ever: sitting in some sunny spot and you just couldn’t care less whether you fall asleep or get called up by a friend or never see another person the whole rest of the day? And you could be in a tank top or a long-sleeve shirt, and you have no way of knowing what time it is because your phone is on the ground and you don’t feel enough like picking it up?

In the summertime, Monday becomes Sunday all over again.

I am cross-legged like I like to be when I am outside. I am outside and wow! Watching the boy across the street unclip his keys from his pants, the way I do, to carry his bass up the stairs. Sometimes I hear them play jazz on the other side of that window.

It is so sunny today, it could summon [redacted] from almost anywhere, I bet.