Monday morning

It’s a sunny morning that is cool enough to still feel early. The street vendors on the Pearl Street Mall are relaxing in their chairs until it is time to unlock the padlocks and start their official day up. The street musicians, the ones who are not too hung over, have staked out their preferred corners next to their preferred flower beds. The instrument cases are still closed. The musicians check their blackberries before unbuckling the locks. The Balloon Man and the didgeridoo players are gone until next weekend. Today, it is Monday. A flute starts up behind me.