Sunset on the Charles

Crocuses

Old Man Winter finally croaked.
I hope.

Empty Phonebooth: Brighton Music Hall

Mounted by the door
Evermore invisible
A different last call

Winter Light Song

Welcomed by glowing west facing curtains,

One hundred year old windows rattle and the silk lifts.

"Stay" I hear.

Cradled by the give of a secondhand futon,

I watch the maple's light and dark flicker behind painted trees.

"Oneness" I hear.

Warmed by my respite in winter light,

To the song of knowing wood, knocking within generations of paint.

"Almost" I hear.

Lunch time machine

Charle's Sandwich Shoppe
March 17, 2014
Chicken Noodle Soup, side of bacon
$8.88

Rest stop phone booths

Highway pit stop. BYOPhone

Hope

A sign of spring

February 10, 2014

2:35pm

Always look ahead.