This morning’s coffee is warm and it tastes like sunlight.  Arctic air outside blows chimney exhaust north over the rooftops, the morning sun breathes it golden.  March after a months of white skies filled with snowflakes is air that can freeze your nostrils together lit by sun that wakes your roots.

I’m in love with the contrast of this.  I feel like I could start to extend my hands and feet by one knuckle at this point.  Maybe even work on a pair of wings.

Actually, um…

Pic by Vita Cooper, friend and artist.  12 street from the river, where I spend most of my time....
Pic by Vita Cooper, friend and artist. 12 street from the river, where I spend most of my time….

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