Sometime just after we moved here, on the tiniest Monday, it seemed like something new was low risk.
I started to take my coffee in a new way, with half-and-half and grade-A maple syrup. I wanted to change things up.
I think somebody said that maple syrup is brain food.
I used to take my coffee strong and plain, but today a golden rain falls in globs like applesauce.
And when it’s warm and sunny we all love the ice cream they sell here.
I am thinking that I am the god of rising air, low pressure, fresh clouds, cyclical weather systems. I get strength from thinking this.
You ever feel like someone who you’ve seen around a lot but never met is a good friend?—or even someone you fucking hate, like they’ve been messing with you?
I am that one.