I’m in a funk.
but not just a monday funk.
I actually feel ok that it’s monday.
but funky, nonetheless.
I want it to be warm. I want straight up warmth and sunshine and no jackets.
I want to slackline, kayak, rock climb, none of which I have the resources to do.
I love Michigan, but I want to be two other places right now.
I want to be in Kentucky, Tennessee, or North Carolina. Drinking sweet tea and Ale 8. Hiking through the mountains, stopping for dips in creeks and waterfalls.
I want to be in Boston or New York City. Riding the subways. Reading in Commons or Central Park. Visiting the centuries-old buildings and cemeteries.
I want to get rid of this stale feeling. This worn out, can’t do anything right, frustration.
I think sunshine would help immensely.
Lunch at Grand Coney with my Poppa. Topics of conversation: Motown, Clapton, Beatles, Family, Church, Community.
Dropping my car off to get it fixed with money I saved up over the course of a few months. I have never, ever been a saver. This is a small accomplishment.
Being sans car, walking all over the East Side in the sunshine. Slightly less cool, but a little funny: being passed on the sidewalk by a guy who looks like a balding Art Garfunkel, “Hey, would you want to go out sometime?” Sorry, dude. Not today.
Drinking a Dirty Harry at Sparrow’s. Reading Neruda and Bukowski.
I love this city.