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”