Not dressed warm enough for 52 F degrees. Fahrenheit, not fuckin'. These mornings always bring a memory of 6 years old. Wandering out back on Commerce Street, wearing a navy blue pullover sweater that wasn’t warm enough. On a cold sunny morning. Was it spring or fall? I can't quite remember. I do remember the solitude of the morning. The secret enjoyment of my own thoughts in my own head unobstructed by other kids and playtime, TV or breakfast. Embracing the sparse heat of the sun warming my dark clothes. Me myself and I sharing thoughts with the universe.
