Do you know what it means...

It seems so surreal... sitting, waiting, contemplating the weather. I am far removed, but still emotionally intoxicated by my city. As a New Orleans favorite blows " It's a Wonderful World", my speakers take me back to cypress knees and the reminder of nature's curiosity. Childhood memories full of vibrant frocks and very colorful people sit heavy on my heart like morning fog too lazy to lift, too stubborn to disappear. All those celebrations that found me perched on the shiny shoes of the men I loved. They hummed a tune that danced on the humid air that lingered above, mixed with laughter and a splash of bourbon.