Dusk and dawn
I walk a little way to work and a little way back home every day. The weather is warming up, even if temporarily. Today it was sunny, and the snow had been melting, leaving behind blankets of white with jagged edges on the grass-slopes, slightly stained with dust and dirt from the air, the ground, and the streets.
The radio has been on CBC Radio One all evening. Night passes here in this city, silently, peacefully, as dawn explodes in another.
I think I know a name for this feeling. It's called helplessness.
Posted by sniffles at March 19, 2003 10:53 PM