Anxious. The state I am always in. A child again. The state I often fall out of… because…

Like the first day of snow, for a child, running out the door. I know, I know ma… Boots, scarf, hat, gloves. Not enough to even slide a boot for a snowball. But I am out and look towards the heavens!

It rains, no… its a typhoon. Alright, it was just mist that has fallen upon a dry city street in San Francisco. I wear my rain coat, dusted off from 2 years ago. I walk with glee. Rain, I miss you. Thunderstorm. I greet you with a dance to your rhythm. Music to my ears. Pattern to my heart beat. It settles like the dampness. Oh sun, take a day off. Head to Michigan or Chicago and light up the autumn leaves. Just once. Let me harmonize to greys and hunter greens.