More specifically concerning: spring
about 3 o’clock.
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watching the rain.
Looking out the window of the coffee shop onto the overcast concrete, it seemed to have already become a picture, flat and filtered and filmy and flimsy. The sense of proportion was unmarred, but judging depth was a matter of relative position rather than perception, and a careless move might have scratched the surface, leaving […]
the kind of day
Started the new job today, the sort of thing that sounds interesting and civic-minded, but is merely ordinary: the good manager gone, no one understands the new equipment, the ‘we’ll muddle through somehow’ approach to training. A passage of time, of limited duration. Come evening I tumble down to a local favored restaurant and grab […]
Sow seeds for flowers right now, I thought this spring, and sowed many more than usual
a spring febricitation
on overstimulation and minor authors and spring-time
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They said spring was dusty; they were not wrong.
‘ a bitterly cold wind which drove the dust and tiny pebbles against our faces like a continual storm of hail’
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out and about
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the open road
I can’t remember if that was the actual color of the sky or if that was just what my camera saw.
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poems, trees, mornings.