Santa Rosa, CA.

Freeman Auto.

Waiting for car.  Came here without an appointment but I have work to do, notes to put to page, content to distribute.  The professor, returning to such a stage but how.  Put out everything I can… everything is a story, everything teaches.

Man sits across from me, I sip the coffee from the thin rectangular table under the TV.  Why did he choose that seat?  Probably late 50s early 60s, 49ers hat on and sipping what I guess is coffee from a mug.  I know there are answers and signs here, directions for me.  Waiting on them, or maybe I don’t need to.

AirPods working finally, after the Nurse showed me how to connect them.  So the noise pushed into back-background.

Knowing exactly what I’m after, standards given new altitude.  Lean back into chair, and certain.

Guy in 9ers cap reading a book, man to left talking on the phone about his taxes and how something was wrong.  I hear everything, still.  Ears not interested in the chilled instrumentals playing.

Less than a week…. Writing a thousand-word note to myself for the first week.  Temperament, my first words and urgency.