Sunny Days

by Jack Marshall

Originally published on June 16, 2008

Midday as in late summer, though it’s barely Early March, and with the velvety rustle of little More than skin-and-bone-wings, a warbler Wolf-whistles the blue loveliness above. In Berkeley, the sidewalk outside the cafe is the color Of the sky. I’m soaking up the sunshine, lapping A latte, tasting the flakiest croissant au chocolat In [...]