muller

So today I got up and set off for the studio.
I roll my windows down and get on 280, and as I pass through los altos, I start to smell the trees and flowers. I come around the bend, leaving San Mateo, and the air drops 10 degrees. Instantly.

So here I am, cruising down the interstate, wind racing, forest smells, roberta flack in my ear.

The day could have been worse, but it wasn't.