Up before sunrise, reading, researching how to do the right thing.
Mailing, reaching out, connecting.
There’s a beautiful light sliding over the horizon, Blues, become
Purples, Reds become mustard Yellows. I lean out the window
trying to capture them, mail them to Los Angeles. Turns out the
phone isn’t camera enough to capture the magic of the moment,
though it fakes being my friend it can’t even record what a cheap
plastic film 35mm could back in the 90’s. Looks nice, but too fake
to do real life justice.