Get up, Get Ready and Stay Indoors.

I feel like a cherry frozen inside a cocktail but today’s early morning has slushes of pineapple flavors to it topped with a little umbrella at the rim, reflecting the barely-touching sunshine.

Even with a full sleeved, a cardigan, and a pullover in straight layers, the melodacious murmurs of a juicy playlist, sounds of the blue jay outside and the misty view of the fog percolating down over this concrete capital is every impatient lyricist’s lyrics.

It’s a day of wanting to loosen down the hair, get out in that spanking white wayfarer and head by the lake to soak up some sun, beverage on some grape kool-aid and stretch out over the straw mat in the infatuated, divine company of Classic©.

Its just that the quadruple layers of cover-up is going to replace the tank top and shoes will replace flipflops and the chilly winds will pass through my hair like hurricane Katrina so….

Forget the view, forget the fog, the lake. It’s a damn day to stay indoors, light up and let pollution give that fog a black eye.