little pieces of thursday...

It is a rainy afternoon at the Kayak coffee shop where I have discovered they serve African chai, a bit pricey but comforting.  

I circle the block again while ‘America Honey’ is playing.  I’ve been waiting all day to hear it.  It’s too hot but I cannot bring myself to roll up my windows and turn on the fake air.  So I let my hair fly around where it will, and I sing, not caring if the person in the next lane can see.  I sing… “There’s a wild, wild, whisper blowing in the wind, calling out my name like a long lost friend”…

Two little blonde boys are sitting at a table eating bagels the size of their heads, legs dangling and kicking in the oversized chairs.  They look up at me as I walk to the door, and I smile... “nothing is sweeter than summer time….and American Honey”...  My legs dangle in those chairs too. 

H.A.