my mornings are good: i am waking up more easily; i have my coffee and walk to the bus stop past pink cherry blossoms and white dogwood blossoms and bright bright red rhododendrons. today a creaky old man with a squeaky old wheelbarrow walked past the bus stop, squeak squeak creak creak, and we all watched him go. as he passed he turned and said “do you guys need a ride?” and chuckled, also creakily.
i like the old man.
(song: “visit me in music city,” bobby bare jr.)
that is CUUUUTE.
summer in seattle has to be one of the most magical things i’ve ever experienced. mornings are glorious, it’s so easy to wake up, and days last until 9:30!