6:54 Starbucks Cross Creek Waited 20 minutes for the sun to crest the mountain. Me, the pigeons and the porta-potty cleaner that had me move north a bit. No clouds for diffusion. Just a straight up, in-your-face, full luminosity, total wattage sunrise. No matter its descriptors, the day begins. Then on to the grande Gold Coast bold at Starbucks. Frank’s here, Kousha’s here, Dick VanDyke isn’t. And I’m here at my 2nd favorite window seat. Day feels right now that I’m writing. It’s OK to write morning pages in the afternoon once in a while, like yesterday. But morning pages in the morning definitely feels better.
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