easter sunday

i'm sitting at a cafe, drinking coffee, reading the sunday times and gourmet magazine...

the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, i even have a wireless connection picked up from some kind soul in the apartment next door. church music is playing in the background, and people are walking by in their "easter sunday best": great hats, poofy floral skirts. i remember, once upon a time, stressing about attending the ex boy's easter services, but it feels so far in the past that i'm removed from it, not upset by it, like it happened to someone else. it's lovely. a perfect morning.

until the homeless man crosses the street and pees on the building no less than 2 feet away from me.

i am SO going back to my apartment.