Thursday, March 24, 2011

A small room above a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

The view is in full force today, a warm spring morning where everything, even the garbage bin, is lined with silver.

I want this light to last, but of course that is impossible. Not for the inevitable clouds, but for the sun's passage from east to west, and nightfall.

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