Hello friends and family!
Philadelphia is getting some rain today. i walk with water neath my feet and wonder what will be washed away. Sharp, stark, tension seeps out and gives way to misty city street scenes that are shrunk serenely by the fog to the point that anything more than a block away cannot be seen, mega-structures fade out as the fog spirits in, without a din, just a grin, perceivable only if closely you are watching.
Men and women walk into my view unwittingly dramatic as they swish through the fog into sight passing the cone of gold that the street lamp holds in one place all night long just being what its supposed to be, doing what its supposed to do. a street lamp holds a golden cone, a street lamp holds a golden cone, in the foggy soggy street scene i see tonight in the zone of south philly. The tones just right for me to see something free like a bird in the air or a fish in the sea. See, i'm a man with a plan that's ever evolving, a string on a cello that never quits singing. Just rosin the bow and I go out swinging, swimming or flying through the world i am plying. I try to be in it till the day that i quit it so as not to waste it debase it or hasten close-eyed through it so i don't see what is there, really there in the land sea or air, I care and don't want to mislay my efforts so I search for what works, what works for me, what works me and where is the right place to be doing this thing, alas, but i feel, for me, the answer is everywhere and anything.
