More Often Than I Like...

Sitting in a cafe. The windows look out of a second floor. Green, green. Grass and trees. What's left of summer. It's breeze you can see in the leaves. Lightly snow dusted mountain caps on the far horizon. The big city booming in the valley. The sun appears as if it is rising. Yet it has been hanging in the sky for nearly 5 hours. Just on its way around. It never really goes down. And below, in bloom, is golden yellow flowers on the ground.