and when that sunshine fades away, it's the darndest thing to remember that
all of that possibility hasn't faded away either.
In a field, I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk, I part the air and, always, the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole. // Mark Strand
this was monday.
the sky broke right here.
though, from the picture, you could never tell
that circling round this patch of blue was a grey that seems to never cease around these parts.