by Thomas Cook
The getting clear makes way for the warming smell of vegetable broth, the whoosh of freeways promoting focus rather than abandon, the solidity of the gerund. Would the day were not pocked with imprecisions, but at the same time, no, there was mayonnaise, a not-too-used up napkin. Each day offers an entirely new opportunity to reflect individually on barbecue sauce or appreciate the growing spectrum of familiarity. It often comes down to levels of hydration. I’m trying to picture all the fire hydrants in my neighborhood. Here comes another opportunity to wake with the clear mind I’ve kept overnight.