Intuition
We discussed the book for hours in the dim, dusty classroom; evening crept in, surrounded us. Reading between the lines, the class grew bored; exhausted. Time to go home; to sleep.
street lamp
cold rain mists
he took my hand
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Spring
7:59AM. I’m walking from the parking lot to work, hurrying, dreading being late again. The early morning air is cold and fresh; I breathe deeply, filling my lungs; expanding them. I pass the swimming pool and manicured lawn before reaching the intersection near my building. I’m smiling now.
young gardener
freshly pulled weeds
bundled in one hand
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June 10, 2010
Curry
Drizzling today. Cold wind sweeps over the concrete plaza, bending the upright pampass grass. I'm alone on the plaza with a plate of hot curry over rice all to myself.
young British guy
in line before me
wanted "that bit, yes please"
