this morning #164.

this morning, he lied in the soft grass in the park in the middle of the city where he’d finally opened up to the world. it hadn’t exactly opened up to him in return, but he hadn’t let it get to him. he had make it work. it was all rather cliché. small town boy moves to the big city. dirt paths traded for paved avenues. limited adventure traded for sexy dreams. torpor traded for opportunity. the unexpected interactions that made up his days were a blessing. from the grass, he looked up. the blues of today’s sky made the greys of the city much less ominous. this too was a blessing, as was the bounty of local tacos. he always made sure to count his blessings. he made these blessings count.