My room, with its one window, cannot face both the rise and set of the sun. Looking west, dawn is an inference -- this building's shadow, soft-edged from distance, hemmed in by a bright copper glow, falling straight and level among the trees and vines that tangle thick and riotous above the parking lot. I smelled that new honeysuckle yesterday, but stayed on my bike, rushing to class. Now classes are over.
posted on Saturday, April 29, 2006
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