eggs and coffee

Wind from the get go this morning
it must be the weekend

How many times
have I looked at the trees
then driven down
anyway
expecting
my local geography
to have changed
so the winds don't
blow it to shit

it never changed things

thousands of surfers will
trade dreams of
glassy tubes
for a plate of eggs
and coffee

Watching another Fall  morning
unfold
as the sunrises