August 31st, 2009

deep one perfect morning

It is a magic time -- the hours before the rest of the world wakes. A pot of tea, some breakfast chili, and then out on the back porch with a cat who loves you (or your food), reading and writing during the magic, invisible hours, in the company of garbage men and horrified lovers, fleeing down the stairs of fire escapes in shocked disbelief that they could have fallen asleep those hours ago, wondering what awaits them in the place they call home.

  • Current Music
    the occasional car