The longest day of the year

Up too early on a Saturday morning, drinking coffee, listening to the radio, Summer starts today, and it's an abstract concept, like the function of clocks, Frank Zappa's brain, or falling in love.

Put you hand against the mirror, your breath against the night chill. Life as a midnight mist and a collar turned against the wind. I'm watching the sunrise with my eyes closed,

Damn this is good coffee...I still miss you.