picking up
on sweltering summery days i love waking up early, when it is not quite hot yet. i had my coffee in the rose garden this morning. my landlady grows such beautiful, fragrant roses in our backyard and is constantly leaving pitchers and kettles of them on my doorstep. at 7:30am in my backyard, i could be anywhere - oregon, california, new jersey! brooklyn.
i dropped off my laundry around 7:45 when the place was barely open, and it makes for nice conversation. taking my time in the morning makes me pause and be friendlier.
after work, bare feet in the grass at beloved bryant park. i even got a beard papa puff and invited jesse to join, and we had a lovely time, and people were stretched out in their summer linens, those late-day breezes were starting to cool us down.
lately i've been around poetry. and yesterday, kuya's poetry reading gave me the shivers. i always feel poetry everywhere, in skies and suns and breath, but to hear it in solid form is something quite magical.
i dropped off my laundry around 7:45 when the place was barely open, and it makes for nice conversation. taking my time in the morning makes me pause and be friendlier.
after work, bare feet in the grass at beloved bryant park. i even got a beard papa puff and invited jesse to join, and we had a lovely time, and people were stretched out in their summer linens, those late-day breezes were starting to cool us down.
lately i've been around poetry. and yesterday, kuya's poetry reading gave me the shivers. i always feel poetry everywhere, in skies and suns and breath, but to hear it in solid form is something quite magical.