Cecilia wrote a screenplay that’s better than anything I’ve done. Not that what I’ve done is any good. Some people don’t read what I write and have the tactlessness to start a conversation about why and when and where they didn’t read it—though for some reason even this banality is…
The aroma was visible
as if the tree
were alive.
As if it still breathed.
Visible
like a garment.
Visible
like a broken branch.
The Washington Square Arch
Even though I said I didn’t want to live in New York, I would like to have moments in Washington Square Park after classes at NYU. I would have enjoyed those times.
Tonight’s game at Fenway was wonderful, exhilarating, and so exciting, despite a little rain. I love Boston and this park. So glad to spend another night here.
the mystery of a brightly lit apartment
Part of me would have liked to spend some time in New York and live in a small apartment, even though I feel like the city might have swallowed me up. There are so many lives being lived in those windows.
Driving through the western prairies on my way to the east coast.
I shook my hand for seemingly the 10th time, willing blood to flow back into my reddened, sore mits. Most of the city seemed to be staying in, catching the storm from the comfort and warmth of their bed but I was out experience hunting. I had never seen a snowfall in October and I had no plans of missing this one.
I will miss the snow and the covered benches. Sometimes it would snow before my birthday, eliminating autumn before it even began.
