Monday, June 23, 2014
I like watching storms. I see a front moving in. I drive up to the top of a hill—a few blocks away from home.
As I pull into the cul-de-sac, I see an "X" on an embankment.
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An ominous front, it moves fast. Pink and white blankets in the foreground are discards from a tryst, I reckon. At night, city lights sparkle along the horizon. This is a lovers' lane.
Getting soaked, back into the car I go.
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