While everyone is pushing and pushing back the morning fuzz of autumn, grasses bloom in place. Children holding parent’s hands walking to the bus stop Magnolia petals drop to the street.
It’s here in these early morning nighttime silences under shadows of abandoned office buildings— solitary light in the window, computer screens waiting to be wakened; in the silent shudders of trees and passing cyclists; here in the promise of the day that we must come to terms with the howling cries of death and hunger. […]
deepening gray clouds hang thick and low — crows scattered in the sky and on patches of grass, and in parking lots, seem to be coming from every direction. and in my head clouds part, and i see that perhaps for the first time in my life i have outweighed the bad habits with good. […]