Monday, November 21, 2016

This Way the Apocalypse

As I walked along Beard Street, the sky got darker and darker and the wind picked up.  The Thor construction site looked like a strip mine, with mountains of dirt, and giant cranes and excavators.

But this is the time of day to be outdoors. Waiting for the 61 - the sunlight burned a fence into pure gold, and left again as quickly as it came.

There's a message somewhere.

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