An hour of hooky after being trapped in a mental cul de sac all morning. The escape route to the gym north on 18th street and the wind in a pas a doble with the trees skirting the Parkway. The rustling was so loud it drowned out the traffic. A leaf smacked me in the face (actually the stem lodged in the corner of my mouth for a second)! It’s fall, I tasted it. One of those brisk city days with brilliant sunshine on the skyline to the east and Homerean pewter clouds lurching from the vistas of West River Drive.
13 Tuesday Oct 2009