Not too hot for my liking, the sun still hiding behind other buildings
Clear view of the hills or mountains or whatever they are just northwest of me
Silence broken by my morning becomes electic podcast
In n out smells wafting up the hills into the apartments
11am and I hear the bells on campus
Someone’s cooking bacon. Though I don’t really eat it anymore, the smell is nostalgic, remembering Saturday mornings at home with my family… pancakes and bacon and tortillas and beans and syrup, stuffing my little girl body with more food than I could possibly eat if I tried to now
Having a moment to catch my breath and think.
