Today, the air filled with hookah and chain smoked cigarettes, Jes and I sit on her quiet little patio discussing the day's events. Athena sits nearby, silently on guard against whatever may be lurking in the shadows, a low bark resting at ready in her little doggie throat. It's comfortable here with my dear friend and my lovely dog. The air is crisp and sweet, maybe 65 degrees, it's perfect Tucson weather. It was a long day at the diner, I survived another day of the chaos that is the street fair. Jes is diligently working on her beautiful cake stand creations. I sip a perfectly blended iced coffee and think about ways I might help myself to write every day. With a little help from my smart phone I begin the blog, this thing that happened today, in which I'll write something that happens in a day, everyday. Poetry is everywhere in the little things.
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