Next Time The traffic eased and the light changed. Sometimes crossing the park they imagined more than the park. Sometimes crossing the park they imagined nothing and spoke of little. A friend moved. A friend married. New plays opened. The bars filled.
Sorry. Hit the return button too fast…I’m just checking to see if you’re ok because I haven’t seen any posts from you in awhile and I am sending positive energy your way. And hope that you’re at least treading water.
“And in the middle of most sentences
they thought they would say something
different.” 🤌🏻
A sublime piece, as always. Love how this began and ended. Oh, and the bit in between.
So simple. So gorgeous. As always. Thank you!
I felt and were in these moments. 🫶
Sorry. Hit the return button too fast…I’m just checking to see if you’re ok because I haven’t seen any posts from you in awhile and I am sending positive energy your way. And hope that you’re at least treading water.
Alex, are you ok?
Yes. Exactly.
Thank you.
Quietly moving, perfectly worded in its almost terseness.
s t u n n i n g !