09.28.06

"when the others are in sweatpants, she will be in a dress"

The problem with living amongst to many beautiful thins is how quickly they can become mundane if let slip by.
I appreciate my walk to my dorm, through the huddle people, the cabbies watching you assessing you, the mothers and husbands waiting for the train to come in with the noise of its horn. The dirty convenience store with its yellow light in the cold first hours of the day and outside the men crouching, smoking around the trashcans that lean forward expectantly.
Then the wind blows, and in the fall, the leaves fall, twirling, dancing, flying. There is a cloud of shimmering brown, loaded with seeds to be planted.

shi-ou-sama at 2:16 p.m.

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