I lean my head back and open the parts of my soul that I can access and look up. Pale blue sky, but not the pale blue of sunrise. It's pale because the humidity has washed out the color from above; the clouds bleed their fleece into the atmosphere. Time for the sun to set.…
Collecting my Thoughts
Just because nothing was enough to form a concrete blog post. I walked far this weekend - from Bleeker to 59th on Saturday. When I finally returned to my neighbohood, I realized that I'd just been walking and not paying total attention. So I started to look around, caught the scent of late-season honeysuckle and saw…
Time's Thievish Progress 