Purple and red and yellow and on fire and the clouds would catch the colors everywhere.

I took this photo at 6:49 this morning. You probably can’t hear it by looking at your screen, but as I was standing outside staring upward at 6:49, the sky whispered, “Go put on a corduroy jacket. Grab a hot coffee and a notebook. Drive to the river. Sit on a bench. Listen to Broadcast. Just stare at the river and soak it in. Then close your eyes. Inhale. Exhale. Get up. Go buy a can of spray paint. Add a scrotum to a stop sign. Steal some gin. Punch a cop. Happiness is its own justification!”

I accomplished exactly half of the sky’s suggestions before it was time to head off to the dentist.

Tomorrow is another day. It always is.