Sunny Sunday Sun

I want to bottle up this October sunshine goodness and stash it under my bed.

Instead I stroll out for four repeats of Cat Power’s Manhattan.

I walk with the beat, face up to the sun, close my eyes, sing along.

Run zig-zag across the streets to stay in the warmth.

I smile, sigh with contentment, stretch out in this skin and these bones.

For a while, I forget that Cherokee Street is not my own private living room.

From another walk today. Chalk art in Benton Park.

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