March 1, 2014
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….