this morning #25.

this morning, it was the morning. it was the very best morning, with bird chirps & sunlight. how happy. how beautifully happy. how fucking beautifully happy! summer & sun. beaches & moments of fresh air & warmth on the skin. clear skies, no lies amongst where she would go. today & hence forth, she would stick to her guns. she would trust her first thought. she could hold up her end of the bargain. juices & jogging. wind on her face. jams in her ears. legs flexed & moving. people stood still. she flew right past, down the california hills, with expanse down below, repeating the phrase “let it go.”