today, is today. the first day of the last month of summer. cold ground pt. 1

haven't quite made it out of bed yet, truth is, after promising myself to take full advantage of this luxury upon returning from my cold ground camping tour with the pigeon on the canadian shield, i really havent given myself the full pleasure of getting to sleep at some reasonable hour, sleeping the full night, and waking slowly to spending a couple hours in bed, i've tried mind you, but i'll be damned if my mind doesn't find some reason for me to frantically jump out of bed after the first three or four clear thoughts make an evident pass on my sloth tissue. so here i am, in bed, where most good writing occurs(mine anyway), apparently painting too, i read somewhere recently that picasso used to work from bed, which is a task fit for a kid, i haven't any coffee or eggs to warm me, and my window is closed so i cannot hear the birds singing the sun into the day, you see, the mind coaxes me out, and soon i'll need to use the toilet. ah, skype rings, an old friend from montreal, she is now on the island of the western coast and is telling me she is going to make coffee and food, but the truth is i wait now for another call, maybe the truest reason to stay where i am, and with this call i will have reached a pleasurable amount of time, spent productively in bed, i win brain...one hour passed, there the call which was maybe thought to be a quick hello, good morning, blessed be your day and so, but the world is a vast place and sparks much concern, therefore we discuss it. i'm going to get some coffee and eggs. more on the cold ground soon, more on birds, especially the pigeon.