I've got time for another one. I'm here on the stairs and on my own. In love with everything and everything is all right.
Dry leaves are piled up on the bottom step. The parking lot is full. The bright sun hangs lower in the sky today. The cooling breeze chills my back, my hands, and dries the ink in my pen. Everything is all right.
I cast my eyes to the urban prairie horizon almost beyond the reach of sight. I see your laughing eyes smiling back at me. My time is my own. I make this day for myself and share it with you. A lady in a long green coat and carrying a brown cane carefully climbs the concrete stairs. "It's okay." she says and opens the door for herself.
A light breeze plays in the scattered brown leaves. A church bell rings. It is 10:30 am. Almost time, almost time.