It’s a fucking marvelous day in the warrior-neighbor-dream-hood where I’ve run 7 miles and thrown my prosaic cares away (if not for one day short of forever, at least for today).

It feels more like summer than it has all year.

Beastly, I peer into the glorious distance in restless search of adventure, wealth, pleasure, and booty.

Mr. 'won't-you-be' Rogers, I salute you.