the summer of my parts
Decided to embrace summer today, despite the sky looking like a chain smoker sealed behind the tinted windows of a idling Camaro. Well, perhaps not 'embrace', exactly – never that – but at least I wore shorts, and even sandals, and almost appreciated the breeze coming off the northern shores of Lake Ontario. Whatever. I'm exhausted and slow moving and certainly rolling my shoulders. I did find ninety-five cents (three quarters, two nickels – one American – and a dime) on the sidewalk. I took my prize money to work and washed it at the sink, just like I used to do with my keys at the mental hospital.