Riverwalk, Autumn
I saw his legs first. Knobby knees rising above cold river. Ripples, created by water moving past stillness, led my eyes upward.
Movement
There have been an abundance of grey, cloudy, still days this summer. You know the type...those days when it the air is heavy with humidity, nothing is moving, and it feels like the world is stagnant...
What to do when it's Raining...
Last night, listening to it against the roof tiles and watching it dance in the puddles beneath the street lamp...Rain. I could have stayed inside.