we step into the sun

point our faces to the sky

and close our eyes

breathing in hints of the fake Spring that pays us a visit every February

we begin to walk

discussing an exhibit we just took in

a bird sings to us from behind

he casually whistles a song back

typically I would, too

but I’m preoccupied with the rumble in my tummy that’s been plaguing me for days 

is it stress?

maybe too much caffeine

I take a sip of coffee as I wonder which one it could be

– a lovely Sunday in February

Who knows where thoughts come from?

They just appear.

– Lucas to Joe, Empire Records