mallowy red of sunset and sunrise clouds

this morning I woke up to all this pink light. winter dawn in my morning windows is red, red like brothel light red, a both comforting and disorienting wakeup nudge from the cosmos.

other mornings I've been groggy and delirious, so delirious in fact that I regularly have been forgetting or failing to wash the conditioner from my hairs, and so I dry off, get dressed, put on makeup, jewelry, etc., only to discover that my hair is filmy with residue and I have to stick my head under the tub faucet for rinsing. this, like the newspaper, is exasperating.

but really, with freshly percolated coffee, what does red light and filmy film matter anyway? it's all about the folgers moment, except with a guatemalan medium roast and without the dark haired broad shouldered man smiling sleepily next to the folgers can. which frankly I'd rather prefer. I don't like strange men in my kitchen.