It started rolling in this evening, obscuring the conjunction of the Moon, Venus, & Jupiter, and making everything look flat and close, like a movie set.
It’s spooky to be out in the mist at night, where sound is muffled and you feel like anything — anything at all — could come out of it. Most likely, it would have been a drunk teenager in his spoilered and bestickered Honda while I stood in the street taking pictures. iPhone, I love you, but I curse your crappy photos.
But I was also ordered to enjoy my mobility by Dennis, who is currently bereft of his. So I did as ordered.
what a beautiful twirl. thank you.