From the balcony.
Around 10:30 – f8/30 seconds.
This I will miss.
On the evening of my last day of work.
From the windows: the sound like the sea in the distance, cars crossing bridges crossing rivers leading to the ocean; the sharp cold color of the hills; shadows in the ridges, and white glaring light off the southern side of buildings; rusty leaves and the smell of ground and rotting chestnuts.
with polish
Some people don’t need to worry about catching cold.
point of view.
present absent.
kitchen window, snow.
capital.
blue and orange.
guttering pigeon.
night, Grayfriars.
observed.
a Sunday afternoon in March.
morning.
gutter, pigeon.
clouds (not quite at sunset).
sunset, Greyfriars.
toss & turn.
sunset, haze, Greyfriars.
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ego hoc feci mm–mmviii
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