I'm walking up the hill and find the field where you can see this incredibly wide piece of sky (for the city) and the clouds are flying every which way while the piano plays, and I notice an opening in the clouds to see a few stars, and the narrator on Common's "It's Your World" says, "be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy, while walking on Earth," and I like that, give thanks, enjoy the sky right alongside the goal in the circle, walk with some trees and cherry blossoms up the hill, say hello to New York, buy some food, cook some vegetables because I ate whatever I wanted at lunch, sit here, write this after writing before, listen to more music, appreciating such gifts