this morning #1397.

this morning, as i sat on the crosstown bus desperately waiting for the caffeine to kick in, i stared out the window across from me. as the trees blurred past, i watched them but my mind was still silently idling. trying to warm up. anticipating a concrete thought eventually taking hold. a hawk shot out of the trees & hovered in the air above us. that badass bird in flight was the sight i needed to wake my ass up. reminded me that today was going to be a challenge to say the least. for these past few weeks, ever since her surgery, every day i’ve been traveling about an hour each way to check on mom. in less than a week, she stopped pretending to be grateful. today, i may have to scold my own mother.