First draft, fragmentary
First draft, fragmentary
Every week is special. No week is more special. Be here now.
My tendency is to look at eye level when walking downtown. This week, I had a spasm of looking up at the skyline.
No, the lady above is NOT a circus attraction. She’s merely drawn herself up into her t-shirt to fend off cooler air of the late afternoon.
Not
quite
today
Thursday, December 15, 2011