A young girl, who saw me sitting cross-legged and barefoot on a tree stump and scribbling away in my Moleskine, came over and inquired, "Are you writing a journal?" I smiled and replied, "Writing poetry." "Oh," and she sauntered away. She returned shortly and proceeded to ask, "Are you in high school?" I advised her I wasn't. "College?" "I actually graduated." "Working?" (Girlfriend definitely is a precocious one.) I gave her a brief synopsis of my current state of affairs. I then asked her, "Do you enjoy poetry?" She started to say no, but decided to tell me about a time she read a poem that she didn't understand. We spoke a bit about writing. Before we parted ways, I said to her, "If you have an interest in writing, nurture it."
She ran back to her after-school group.
First day of spring . . . was pretty darn perfect.
And I had my first Blue Bottle Coffee fix (New Orleans Iced Coffee).
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