Early

I get to work early. Almost twenty minutes early. I don’t really have a choice in this but I don’t go in twenty minutes early. I have a problem with that, on principle.
I’ll sit in the car. Sometimes I’ll listen in the radio. Sometimes Radiolab or This American Life. This morning, Of Monsters and Men, Stars, and Elizabeth and the Catapult.
Kids are on the playground, in my rearview mirror. It’ll be warmer than the Weather said it would be. I’ve had nothing but strange dreams all weekend and I cannot remember them at all and I will be haunted by this all day. I cannot remember them at all.