It was a pistachio day
Sweet and green
But kinda hard to get into. 

You know the days.
From the moment you wake up, you’re just not into it. For no reason. It’s a beautiful morning, the birds are urging you on. You are alive with a thousand debts of gratitude.
Yet something feels off-kilter.
A feeling of thickness, a syrupy moat of familiar beige recurrence. A background drone of low-level anxiety without any apparent source.
And that second cup of coffee fails to cut through.

You know the days.

But just like pistachios….making the effort to crack them is the reward.