Hello

Monday morning arrives early, too early, but you cannot sleep and it lets you pretend to carpe the diem. There's a landfill where your room used to lie. I didn't pick up a penny from the floor of the subway station last night and maybe that's why the cold front moved in.

I stare at every tree to look for opening buds, refresh the botanical gardens cherry watch page looking for signs of life. I know it's desperate.

But I need the promise of a tomorrow so. I will do whatever it takes to get there.