wake up to a beautiful morning, sunlight streaming through mission control, everything looks immaculate after yesterdays cleaning, the wooden floors polished and gleam in dawns light as i make my way to the garden where pan sits waiting for some breakfast. his loyalty is regal, majestic out there in the kingdom of life, we sit and watch the morning stream through trees, birds zip across, the insects start up, blue skies hanging above.
i drive down to the beach, it's still early, not many people around, two surfers, a handful of swimmers and some people jogging. parking is easy. the surf comes in like a gentle stroke on a fresh canvass, it's powerless but refreshing, feels good but not enough to surf. i splash around, swim a bit, get my hair wet and head to the cafe with my johnathan black book. 
as the sleepy seaside town wakes up i drive back home, just missing the skool traffic, i have nothing to do, no place to be.