I've been trying to stop and smell the coffee a little each day - and daydream that it is being delivered to me. I sit on my little balcony and witness all the signs of life bouncing around the apartment alcove: the faraway lullabies of the 57 freeway; the moans of love-making bellowing the impending arrival of great satisfaction; a petit, red-throated hummingbird rests on the branch of a sycamore tree and frantically calls to a lost mate. The scream of a siren on its way to UCI Medical Center wakes me from my Neil Simon moment.
Okay. Back to reality.
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