It’s morning, and the weather couldn’t be better. I walked outside to a breeze that almost felt like it came from an ocean (it probably did).
I woke up with another old song in my head. Pat Benatar this time. (?!)
It feels like we took a short break from summer and then summer ended. Feels like the first week of school. Feels different. It is different.
I don’t like it.
But what is one to do?
Good morning, Oh World.