My Last Day?

I awoke at 5:37 AM feeling well-rested and content, but rather peculiar without knowing why. Something was definitely offnot weird off, but like a revelation was about to be disclosed. As I opened the plantation shutters to the rising sun, there was a certain glow bouncing off terracotta roof tiles that reminded me of the Mediterranean. I thought of the French Riviera, and wished I could be there again, but this time as a young man during the 1950s before the turmoil of invading refugees from th…