Early morning lite sparks grand central to life

Feet shoes of all different callings going everywhere with purpose

The smell of fresh coffee made for Yorkers adrenal sufficiency

Slush and ice steam and fresh air slow cabs accents

No city bike this morn – there all frozen shut

Sun warms my back thankfully

Moisture makes its way up my pant leg cooling my calfs

A fist full of bucks for street warriors who sleep on the warmth of subway grates

A standard poodle with hand knitted woolen booties walks a woman who must be her twin

Alive, smelly ready for action is there any doubt of the diversity of life

The interconnectedness of all things

Oh the sun another day to take a bite out of the ass of existence