the infamous sunday morning breakfast with the beatles following a saturday beatles A to Z...
and it's a gorgeous beautiful day. it's a dear prudence morning...warm enough for shorts and a tee shirt, i went for an early run. i looked around round, round, round...

and saw a pair of blue birds looking for the day's eats, a pair of cardinals, bursts of happy red.
i happened upon a strolling black cat, just getting home from a saturday night out. and i can't help but love the blossoming trees, the beautiful ginko buds, ready to say "i'm free"...

i thought of a little tune i'd heard a long while back, natalie merchant singing 'bout jack kerouac. i thought about way back then, and how i'm running still. sometimes, i get lost in thought, i don't feel my legs working, it's a morning run for my body, as well as, for my head.

it feels good to be on the same foot as mr. morning. i don't feel so left behind when i wake up with lazy afternoon...makes the day longer and more productive, i don't have to rush to have my morning coffee at 11:57, i get to hear morning radio shows, and cheesy vegas elvis...'56 is way better...