Monday, September 22, 2014
A small room inside 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.
Morning and its wet pewter light. Raindrops tapping at the leaves, scratching at the eaves, eventually the downspout.
A day that begins in summer and, as of 7:29 PDT, ends in autumn.