There is a breeze outside. For a moment I was standing next to some bright pink and purple flowers in a parking lot. I don’t know what kind, peonies maybe? All the sudden, I was smack in the middle of springtime in Tulsa. Deja Vu weather. Happens to me all the time.

Now my window is open so I can feel the breeze inside, I’m listening to the soundtrack to Amélie and I feel like writing a story.