It's deep in winter but moving ever so slightly to spring. The days are getting ever so slightly longer. Now the sun is going down. The sky is a deep dark blue but also gray. The trees and their branches are grey.
Earlier, at the cafe, I savor a cranberry...is it a scone? Or a muffin top? A scuffin? I don't know, but it's delicious, with a nice glossy glaze.
A couple of 40-something women walk in and sit nearby.
"Like, oh my god, I was just at a spa in Tuscon, Arizona. I had such an incredible facial."
"Like, oh my god."
I'm almost finished with my scone but I can't eat anymore after hearing them. Someday we'll all be gone!
"Like, oh my god. Like."
