this morning #80.

this morning, it sounded like the whole world was coming to an early end. outside his apartment window, the rain splashed down in thumps around car alarms & ambulances blaring from every direction. green garbage trucks shook the pavement. yellow cabs screeched up to crosswalks. he laid there trying to silently stay still, as not to disturb the chaos. being a new month & all, today was supposed to be significant. it was about time for a fresh start but given the weather, he was starting to lower his expectations. today wasn’t an ideal opening. last month had been filled with put downs & let downs and he was simply over it. his fingers were crossed for a september to remember.