Snapshots: this week

First, there was this wall: lonely and pale pink, it ached for a ghost town, yet I live just down the street.

This morning, I ran alone too early: too early because the seasons are changing, and because the morning wants still to be night.

Yesterday, I spent the day in the woods and it was called work.

And then there was this sunset, which called me to the ocean. I resisted.

It is Friday, finally Friday after all, and I am already wearing my slippers. The world rushes by, whether you want it to or not.