My goodness! It is no walk in the park this morning because at 4:55 when I get up it would be a walk in the dark and the cold dark at that. Check the digits: Twenty degrees. My ass! My cheeks!
I’m pokey. I go for breakfast. Red heart-shaped wreaths watch over the store and Adam, the owner’s son. A white sign FOOD FOR THOUGHT, tucked in along side of the sweet gifts and Valentine’s Day cards, begs to be noticed. Attention, please.
“Will you give me food if I give you a thought?” I ask Adam.
“No,” he says.
I think I will take this home with me.