It was cold, dreary and a most defiantly desolate morning on the edge of town.  The air was so thick with salt that if you opened your mouth it would fall right in and you could chew it.  I felt lucky to be where I was, looking out my fifth story building window down onto the streets and away from that cold morning air.  I know that as soon as I walked out into it my lungs would fill to the brim and I would choke and cough til I seized up and breathed no more.  At least that is what my bones were telling me as I sipped my blond coffee from my gigantic mug and cracked a smile.  Suddenly, my head was filled with this;  my own Sunday morning theme song …

(oh, and I adore Natalie Wood)

I woke up in a blissful mood even though it was not filled with dancing sugar-plums, or a fat old man in a sleigh with tiny reindeer pulling his fat ass; it was more like a slumber filled with melancholy dreams of days gone by and days to come being played out to a theme song.  This day will be good, it will be filled with Sunday activities and plenty of rest.  My soul is ready for it to begin …let it rain.

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