It’s break, and I’ve spent my time getting put back together. Or maybe it’s brake, and I’ve spent my time coasting to a stop. Of course, in a few short days my break will be broken, and I’ll have to go back to the books. But that’s not for a few days.
It rained yesterday. It will probably rain today. Fat clouds pouring down fat drops on the top of my head because I am too bashful to look up. Water sneaks down my collar and splashes into my sneakers. The colors of the road, the colors of the trees, the color (red, of course) of that fire hydrant there on the corner, pop like fireworks, but broad and deep instead of sharp and smoky. I took a picture, but pixels never do the real world justice. Pixels don’t have smells.