A Serene Way to Live

Get iced tea and cake before my appointment.  Last week you drove here for nothing, nothing but the view, you suppose.  Black tea is your new thing.  You need to write because you are a writer.  The car is broken into but nothing is stolen except for a red envelope that was supposed to protect you. 

Drive around Westwood and remember how your life was.  Now, you inch towards God, and you thought coming here might make you sad, but it fueled a fire you didn't know you had.