Gone on Hiatus
At the corner of Cayuga and Bridge, I sit with a sundried tomato quiche and an iced espresso. A mixture of rhythmic CSNY and thick midwestern, slow-town conversation fill my background void. The rush of the espresso machine turns on and off, on and off as Moka fills with regulars. The air is cool and crisp, the rays of the sun beating down on the early morning with patterns of good morning. My five minute walk across town refreshed my body, with gentle reminders of early morning walks to class through the dew and mist of Shenandoah back at JMU years ago. Despite my break from the reality of overpopulation, beltway rage and the grim frowns of commuters and beach goers on rt. 50, I type. I have much to write, little time and little patience as the air warms to a perfect, no humidity point of 75, Torch Lake glistens in the daylight, clear as glass, and Northern Michigan wakens with a friendly reminder that life goes on outside of Washington, DC. And it goes on well.
*Filed under Personal Life and Wanderlust Life*
