Sunday, September 7, 2008

My peripheral vision is better than most

September 7, 2008 - Sunday

Sunday mornings:
Coffee steaming out of my chipped cup
Rain dripping off the trees
Flannel sheets
Eggs at 11 am
Ben Harper, Dave Matthews, The Cure
Newspaper--the paper and ink kind
Sweet melancholy like the salty taste of tears

You can still see someone approach when your eyes are closed. It's just their shadow.

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