perfect morning

Graham got up way early to go teach philosophy on Long Island, so I got up and made coffee on my own. I sat for two hours and wrote 1000 words on a short story, with a favorite book on my side. After a brief flurry of excitement, the cats placed themselves at my side and at my feet and we all hung out.

I could hear birds outside. The writing went well.


After awhile I got up and turned on some Ella and Louis. I downloaded a song I wanted to walk to this morning. I took a shower. I put on my favorite dress and then walked out into the world, which was sunny and soft.

After a brief subway ride, I walked by the east river, listening to the song I downloaded and thought, this is a good morning. A very good morning. A simple morning. A happy morning. A morning that is music and work going well and cats purring and a dress that blows in the wind. I'll take it, I thought. Thank you, I will.