focus pocus

What to make of these early days of summer when spring hasn't even settled in yet? What to do about thoughts of July when it's only March? Here I look out the window (window is open) and the intersection is a carpet of bright sun. Grass not completely green yet for they are only now beginning to breathe. This is the excitement. This is me sitting here about to finish another piece of story. I turn off my music. I focus. Here it goes.