Morning brings the scent of bud in front of churches….in sandwich lines….down on 14th in front of P.A……all over this Manhatta…..the blunt is bold….

Young bloods….OG’s…..fairies dancing on rooftops….wannabe artists whose disciplines ran away…left in the night…gone…gone….gone….

And music blares from a blinking light lit speaker; dancing to beats in the streets as attorneys and acountants and accessors wake to a morning of French Toast and maple syrup….with wives that act in caring manners….

A quick buck is made on 16th…. dime bags sold to school kids….Can you change a Franklin?

Meanwhile the Kiteman floats over the city…..leaving love on every corner….an ease to the day’s events……Hit me up again ’round noon….

Take it all in….a deep breath….just one good deep breath….ahhhhhh…..

The day begins….