Today, awoken, slight taste of coffee, and sunshine. What could be better then coffee and sunshine? I find them both to be sweet. "It's a lovely day in Connecticut." The newscaster would say. And it is lovely indeed. "Pick the dandelions." My mother asks me. They are overrunning the place, they have a war with her garden. Spreading like a sickness. A round yellow sickness. But that is only her view. I will pick them, one by one. And put them in my room. A brightness. A yellow light. A dance, of dandelions. Have a nice morning. Pedestrian people. Have a nice morning. Don't stay in your room.