It’s cloudy today. We’ve had a very nice spring, yesterday the weather was wonderful. We have a lot of wonderful days; completely open, light blue sky, a gentle wind, so long as you’re in the sun it’s just barely warm enough to go topless, and you get a small little wicked thrill every time a small cloud or a gust of wind passes by, stiffening up your nipples, suddenly vulnerable, suddenly small, suddenly self aware. Oh God what am I doing. I’m a poser. It’s way too cold for this. Everyone else is still wearing winter clothes. What am I trying to prove.
But it’s cloudy today. Windy too. The line for the donut store is 50 people long, standing 2 meters apart in a long, long line down the street. The vast majority are in groups of two or three. Occasionally a mother with three or more children, the groups stand together in little enclaves. Approximately every tenth customer is just by him or herself. Usually her.
The store opens at around 12 every day. I’m not actually sure. Between 12 and 13. It’s 5 minutes to 13 as I write this, so presumably it’s earlier.
The line varies in length by day — some are slower than others — but only very slightly during the day. The average wait time…
