Lights and planes
2009 October 30
I’m sitting at my table, which I often do, and am looking out the window (which is impossible to avoid). I see the moon and a second ago there was a plane flying over. The lights on the street are flashing and that one window I can always see into, is lit up, as usual. Just saving this little memory. Listening to young Micheal for a change- mourning the fact that This is It never came to be.
Sigh. Life’s hard.
