This morning the sky was in a pink cast. From the east to all the way to the west, filling the gaps made by the buildings. Streaks of highlighter orange. Some people are up and seeing this pink orange sky, judging from the sound coming from the BQE. I stuck my head out from the small window over to the herb garden on the fire escape. People talk about meditations, I just want a quiet mind, an accessible one, Ideally going to the the beach. to the forest where the earth breathes and whispers, not me.