I wanted to leave more than always despite the bed calling me back to when the sun isn't up yet, but will be. I flirted with the timeline and damn near missed. She would've waited anyway. She saw me from across the intersection and waited. I shouldn't have, but '"ran" and shared a smile when we had that one time to share a smile with one another. I've been doing this long enough to be recognized from across the street. And, if I'm wrong? I made it, anyway. I'd love a nap, but it wasn't in the cards, or prescience. It's better that way. I can sleep once I'm dead.
The walk along the lagoon was cordial. I'd be too early to class, but there's a plan for that. Fish'll breach. Monarchs, moths, hummingbirds, and bees will flutter by and Egrets will hunt their shore making me take a double take, wondering if they're little Herons. The Ospreys are out doing their thing. I surely will pause. We should all do this more. The flowers on the trail are starting to wilt but are hangin' on, for now. Desert cottontails will show face and, when no questions are asked about what I'm looking at, neither side will understand. That's alright.
A conversation in the courtyard after class motivates me. The marine layer is making June's Gloom blush.
I can slow roll this because the Shanty doesn't open 'til noon. I should slow role this because I'm pretty sure that I'm going to need a pencil later and I wonder if The Shanty accepts random deliveries? We're going to fucking find out. I couldn't walk even a step further without a pencil. I didn't want to, but would choose to venture inland to get one, if I had to. 7-eleven had already failed my expectations, so Uber it is. Jerry will bring me a pack of pencils, of which I have many but had forgotten today, and it's worth the twenty bucks for a two buck thing. I'm the only one on the patio, anyway. Beautiful people do walk by and I wonder if they know that they don't have to try to be beautiful.
I know where I'm going now! This day is better with a pencil in hand or stayed by the friction of my bad ear and hat that will continue to perpetuate a tan line that I might be the only one to notice or care about. I've heard the train horn signal twice, at least, but none of them are for me. Eventually, but not yet. It doesn't deserve me in this state.
I wrote some things down, and believe me, I also crossed some of them out.
I ended up on Moonlight Beach in the daytime where the surf is just right for me and also hoping that my shorts will dry enough to be less embarrassed when I get to the place that I'm supposed to be at tonight. I mostly judged the tide right. Wasn't worried about the thing that I had to worry about later. Neither was anyone else.
