A Letter From Self

It is morning here in Purgatory. They say the rain should hit us by this afternoon, but I don’t know these things.The sunrise was kind and nice enough to make me believe that today would be better spent elsewhere or doing elsewise.I’m sure you understand.I’d rather be doing anything besides driving alongside The East River on a Saturday morning to pull another overtime shift. Not that I mind the sight of The East River at sunrise. I like the way morning looks here. I like the memories I have from my downtown scene and the more successful days, which are behind me, of course —but ah, at least I can say that I was here. Little kids are preparing for their summertime excursions. Their schoolhouse enemies will have to subside for a while—at least until the upcoming September, which comes around fast, which means that kids only have so much time to enjoy themselves before the summertime ends. And when the summer ends, school begins, and so on, and so on.life is not too much different.…