windows, rain, breathless sleeplessness. lights blurred down in long stretches of pavement. earlier, the heaviness of first singular drops reaching through thinning leaves. last humid almost summery rain of the year. driving back, an exhilarating loneliness i regret to relinquish.

last week, lovely windy cold october day. nostalgia, as if i’ve seen the wind blow the same leaves for centuries.

a few days ago, snowing at night. under a streetlight, inside a kaleidoscope, motion taking me slowly back to childhood.

from below, looking up

flakes darting brightly like tadpoles in a pond.