Sunday, May 11, 2008

It’s a fog that changes everything. Reaches in and brings you back to your immediacy with the sound of glass bottles falling on each other and dishes in the restaurant, just closing for the night, the last customers at the counter through the window, and the man in the street yelling at the sky and laughing with his friends as the train pulls away and droplets float in waves, cushioning the air.

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