October Sun

I do occasionally feel fleeting pangs of, oh, I wouldn't call it homesickness, but some echo or memory of longing for New York. It's been more than thirty-five years since I bought my one-way ticket and flew out of LaGuardia, though, so you could safely say I've made peace with my decision.

And days like today, where I get to take my lunch break out back and feel that strong sun pouring down through the clear, crisp air, seal the deal.

California, here I am.