Breakfast can be confusing.
An unpredictable joining of a marketing label that says touch and my new give me a hand lapel pin.
Beautiful geometry in real life. Cafe life in Philadelphia
Absolutely forgot that the shoes I ordered had these great green laces.
Two tasty beverages in fabulous ceramic cups. Afternoon pickup and conversation.
Rain through the screen
Broken gentle mist
touches my skin.
My view while enjoying my latte in Old City. A scooter named Stella
“I am not perfect, everybody knows that by now…Sometimes I don’t know quite how to fix what they are concerned about. But I try. And so, I take it seriously, but I don’t any longer, and haven’t for a long time taken it personally. Because part of the attacks… part of the bullying and part of the name calling – and that has certainly become more pervasive – is to crush your spirit and feel inadequate. And I just refused to do that – and that infuriated everyone.” —Hillary Clinton
White swirling sky
The ping of pellets on the window
All is silent but for whistling winds
Gray skies, drifting flakes
lint attaching itself to buds and branches
disappearing in a burst of sunlight