downtime
quiet moonlit night: the cat, wasting no time, stalks the moon’s reflection
quiet moonlit night: the cat, wasting no time, stalks the moon’s reflection
the sense that, in the midst of what you sense, heart and all, the main event eludes you. then, a bunch of friends race by on bikes, in midnight rain.
standing in spring rain next to the gate–who listens? roses in streetlight
it’s worth celebrating– the tree in the parking strip no longer needs its prop
unseasonably hot, the language is unfamiliar, but the joy is unmistakable