The greyed jewels whispered to me as the bus took me up and downstate. Once on foot the soft, rained air hovered between colors and licked the streets. I found an old sketchbook in the studio with drawings of my son from 4 weeks to 9 months. I discovered some books to take back with me: The Romance of the Horse, a book on Uccello, the Miea Calliographiae Monumenta, and several really good blank sketchbooks from the days when I was more flush.
I raid my past to fatten the present.
1 comment:
I'd think it would be nice to have two places. Good for the thoughts.
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