Inhale the moist, cool air; retrieve the memory of the scent of petunias, sweet corn in a burlap sack, rainwater in a city gutter, wet soil, pine boards, ripe tomatoes.
Sip hot hazelnut coffee; receive access to another memory. Early morning darkness, squeezing a bright citrus fruit, repeating this ritual until the oranges are nothing but peel. Your reward is caffeination, but the day hasn't even begun.
See mist making way for mountains of metal and glass, winding its way upward as it's warmed by sun. Feel the air; chilly, yet warm enough for a Minnesota summer. Hear the rush of vehicles on the highway above you. It's morning, market morning. Calm and intense, full of possibilities.
Sip hot hazelnut coffee; receive access to another memory. Early morning darkness, squeezing a bright citrus fruit, repeating this ritual until the oranges are nothing but peel. Your reward is caffeination, but the day hasn't even begun.
See mist making way for mountains of metal and glass, winding its way upward as it's warmed by sun. Feel the air; chilly, yet warm enough for a Minnesota summer. Hear the rush of vehicles on the highway above you. It's morning, market morning. Calm and intense, full of possibilities.
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