A mellow morning.

September 9, Harvard.

Hard day yesterday for everyone but especially show workers who double up as drivers, as we were up at five in the morning to drive the fifty miles to Lake in the Hills in time for early shows then up until late at night to drive to today's town, under pouring rain and high winds.
But this morning, the mundane joy of waking up slowly and having breakfast together lazily, Dylan snuggling up in the dinette bed with us early on, the both of them bouncing up and down the moment they were up together, "Go get dressed!" repeated many times over and then yelled to more bouncing around, no need to get impatient for nothing could spoil the lovely morning, the crisp air outside, windy and cool and already autumn, Dylan and I have a cold but there is the freshly ground coffee, and Italian cookies from the international store yesterday, and I feel like music so we put Bob Marley on and then there come the memories, my first real party at twelve, dancing to Jamming and flirting with Thierry Oustalet, my first crush and I can only remember his name now, all of us children still, all in that song and in the mellow morning.