Long distance, pt. IX

I zero out my weekend even before it starts, however, and am left in bed all alone and buck naked on a Saturday morning in a hotel room with no one to call and nothing to do but roam all across town for two days.
I cut one of my toes on the rocks behind the lighthouse by the beach at noon. Doesn’t hurt too much.
The sun is downright unbelievable and there’s not one cloud up in the sky.

I take a deep breath and open my arms wide. It just feels so f*cking good to be alive here… basking under the sun… like this… right now…

Whoa, man…