It is sometimes astonishing how quickly the sky forgets that it was knotted with clouds violent with rain mere hours before the gentle sun pools on colored leaves and in windowsills.
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COMMUTERS ARE MUTE
Turned out onto Washington: the great industrial avenue. Busy in the morning. Lumber yards, warehouses of lighting fixtures huge slabs of marble. All the men say good morning. Workers say good morning. Commuters are mute.
AUTUMN MORNINGS IN PHILADELPHIA
What it takes is not thought but action, rejecting the snooze button, flowing in a a soft pocket of warmth into the early morning chill. The silver diamond-patterned food cart on the sidewalk puffing its essential oniony fumes and kaleidoscope reflecting a new sun. Gone is the summer air, which incubates into stew of nothingness. AutumnContinue reading “AUTUMN MORNINGS IN PHILADELPHIA”
fog up the windows 