The fog rolled in with the onset of rain, enveloping the Financial District. It felt every bit like a scene in a SyFy movie, and the Oculus’ modernistic structure made it even more so. On the way back to Grove Street, I walked through the night mist; the streets eerily quiet. I emerged from theContinue reading “wet dog”
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morning dew to you, too
The raindrops are the size of paint splatter. The gods taking a page from Jackson Pollock. These last few days the weather has been schizophrenic. Cold weather followed by a late summer day in April, a mad thunderstorm as the hot and cold fronts battle behind the skyscape. Hot, cold, hot, cold. An in-between monsoonContinue reading “morning dew to you, too”
the color of lightning
This morning is wet, the rain falling in buckets. The sky is a bright gray, the color of lightning. A pair of postal workers discusses politics over breakfast. A toddler waves to the nearby sparrows having a bagel feast. A man behind me scans his phone. It’s me and my newspaper, a Brazilian Dark Roast andContinue reading “the color of lightning”
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