It’s a hot cup of coco kind of day, leaning into the brisk morning air. The leaves litter streets, filling gutters with nature’s leftovers. Still, there is much to do.
I switch to coffee, the breakfast of champions; facing the day with unhinged levels of adulting. Life is a face-mask smile uplifted. Still, there is much to do.
There is shelter, and it chills one to the bone. Laughter, in all its many forms fill the hearts and minds of many. Cat eyes shift, the tail ticking time. Still, there is much to do.