[if i could have a soundtrack for my commute, this would be it]
it’s been cold on my bike ride to work in the mornings.
real cold. in the 30’s. not pretend desert cold.
i wear my red felted mittens that mom made for me 10+ years ago.
they haven’t aged at all. they are still brightest red and the warmest.
everyday i pass the same dog walkers.
the construction crew giving the art building a new coat of pink paint.
(for the record, i prefered the old sun-bleached pink over the new pink).
the spaced-out students bundled and exhausted from finals.
the landscaping crews zooming around in their golf-carts.
it’s not a bad commute at all.