Sunday

I woke up to church bells on a dirty couch on the third floor of some vinyl sided triple decker on Hope street. The back stairs I walked down are new and constructed of pressure treated wood that still has a fresh green look to it. I ate 6 hard boiled eggs for breakfast with a side of some Jimmy Dean sausage and undercooked bacon. I put it in one of those eco-friendly, biodegradable cardboard jobs from the cafeteria and ate most of it on the way home from the city. 

I smell geraniums now and can hear a Korean high school student playing the piano remarkably well. 

The coconut water came from a box but it tastes fresh.