Near
February 20, 2008 § 2 Comments
Tomorrow. He arrives tomorrow.
Today, I ran errands in the bitter cold and tried not to wonder what it will be like when he’s here, in my bed in my house in my city.
Instead, I smoked a cigarette and watched the moon become slowly full as I waited for the Parc bus.
The Smoking Section 
A syntactically perfect post. Yet it took me three reads to digest it.
That eclipse was cool. Thought momentarily that it may provide a transition to other possibilities. Alas, it was just a trick of the light.