Summer will come with al green and sweetened ice tea

It was a Sunday, that's why there was no one on the roads at 7 in the morning. Is that runner an american wearing purple leggings and orange shoes? I stopped at the Church of England just to look in and see if there was any activity. It was dark except for that gray falling from the stained glass. I ran through empty streets and past quiet homes with Aston Martins parked in the drive. This was the material wealth in a country rich with culture and I wasn't sure that I belonged in either. The houses are all white and sit in rows of ivory save for the occasional miami pink one. They have red and green doors and three stories of fortitude. Men in tweed jackets begin to emerge- strolling by with rolled up newspapers under their arms and pleasant nods of good morning. A woman at the bus stop cheers me on, "There you go love, way to stay motivated past new years." I ran until I wanted to walk, and I walk until I wanted to eat. Back at the hostel I had breakfast with a man named Teddy. He was there doing research on his graduate dissertation on the history of evolution from 1850-1950 in the National Archives. We talked for a while about his life in the world of academia. And at the end of it, I felt like I knew everything about him. Undergrad at Duke, raised outside of Atlanta, wears tortoise shell glasses. I think I might look him up when I get back to the states. A new day has dawned and weary travelers are making their way downstairs for rice krispies and glass cups of hot coffee. Meet you down there.