.​      GOOD MORNING
 

I made my own breakfast.
 
Did you look in the oven.
 
Did you leave a note.
 
I went up the hill.
 
Up the Hill.
 
By the apple trees.
 
Apples.  In March.
 
Beyond.  That small clearing at the top.
 
Cold up there.
 
I could feel the breeze.
 
Well, I’m off.  It’s getting late.
 
Yes, I know.