I went outside briefly to do a small chore for my father and it came upon me? I realize? I noticed? what is the right phrase here… argh!
Anyway simply IT WAS, a beautiful winter morning. Chilly, refreshing, that sort of comfortable type of uncomfortable. Winter’s loving cold lips upon your nape and all that.
I wish I lived in SF right about now, so I could at least walk to a local cafe or take a bus or something, to the park. Walking. Living transport through walking, not driving. Or at least, having somewhere near your house TO walk.
Grumble grumble grumble…