Saturday
It’s the afternoon breeze that sweeps down from Cahuenga Peak
and through my open front door
It’s the sound of gently colliding wind chimes outside my window;
the helicopter flying overhead
the music streaming through the open window of a postal van as Debbie, our mail carrier, backs into a spot out front
It’s the airliner lifting off from Burbank Airport and
the birdsong, so much birdsong
It’s my little dog barking as Debbie opens and closes the van’s sliding doors;
It’s the Healthy Choice “Buddha Bowl” I am consuming for lunch after having spent the entire morning binge watching Beef on Netflix instead of tending to the dishes accumulating in my sink
It’s knowing I have two pints of Haagen-Daz in my freezer
It’s having the rest of the afternoon in front of me with
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
No one to see
It’s heaven
It’s Saturday
