Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Walking to work, quickly becoming soaked and wilfully ignoring as much outside stimulus as possible, a car pulls up to the lights at Vivian and Cuba. It's been parked, evidently, under an early-blossoming tree because it's covered in little white-pink petals. Most of them are sopped to the car but a breeze licks the roof just as it stops. A whorl of petals and raindrops fly into the air, dispersing into a cloud in the intersection.
Posted by Homage at 9:33 AM