Waiting for York

.I just ate some pasta that was just ok. Maybe I should have gone with sushi or poke. But I wanted something to warm my insides.

I'm waiting to enter York hall and get some questions answered.

I saw a girl I kind of know-but not enough-order her food. So I walked the other way-I did not wish to intrude. I didn't really want to give one of those meaningless waves and half assed smile. 

I got to perform again today-and it felt good.

The girl walked by again. 

I'm staring at my computer . 

Typing! I am Typing! 

40 minutes til York. I want to know what he'll say. 

But the greatest gift to me comes in about an hour.

Home. 

A moving home.

A girl is drinking a latte next to me a 7pm. That's bold. Maybe it's decaf. Maybe it's not. Whatever. Good for her. I also love coffee. I just have mine at 7a.m

A research paper I already wrote got cancelled.

Great. 

Life is nice. Life is nicer when the sun is out. 

But days of light are far and few between in the South of California in June and May.

May Grey

June Gloom. 

I need July Sky.