Daniel the Writer

I am watching the morning sun rise from water towers. It shines hollow through the London Plane leaves.

We are going to bike to the city. I am riding to Chiat, an ad agency on Madison avenue to drop Chris off.
Right now he is looking for his wallet.

We woke Julie earlier this morning. To appease her I cut cantaloupe and made coffee, though she refused the latter. She carried the melon on two paper towels out the door. I can just picture her on the train #nomnomnom.

I feel pretty awake except my eyes take awhile to focus; my body feels far away. But it’s okay: as I told Julie, Chris, Matthew and Jessica, today’s going to be a great day.

I’m going to piss off the roof.