saw the symphony. heard it. beautiful and real. lashing rain, my umbrella blew inside out over and over. wet and tattered by the end of the night; i shouldn't have worn my pretty shoes. the city is so exciting. i miss that. broken down trains; rides with strangers.

brimming with feelings unknown

separate and apart now. strange and familiar at once.

highway at night, ahead of me curled like glittering christmas ribbon

i love finding a note or list someone has written in the pages of a used book, or the floor of the laundromat, or anywhere else. that little insight into someone else's world.

water marks blurring blue notebook lines to a puddle of sunlit pale.
that makes me want to run my fingers across it, feel the irregularities smoothed in look but not in touch.
soothing and exhilarating at once, i catch my breath imagining.