Tomorrow’s Still On Its Way
Hmmm. What’s going on? Well, the city’s back to its true self: hot, sticky, smelly, unforgiving. The routine is back: Wake, shower, Walkman to work, Starbucks, cereal, computer screen, meetings, “Don’t pack your bags just yet,” walk home, turkey burger deluxe, DVDs. Back to looking forward to Friday when I head back to the ocean, this time the Atlantic. A weekend in Avalon. The Stone Harbor Triathalon.
Got a postcard from James and Meliasa on their honeymoon in Hawaii. It’s still out there, shining in the Pacific, in the middle of nowhere. It’s still daylight there. The sun is still shining.
Tomorrow’s still on its way.