the most incendiary of verse/naive of assumptions/skewed of perceptions/awkward of misunderstandings/desperate of desires for unequivocal esteem.

9/16/09

unfortunuance.

when its raining in the city and it's cold but not cold enough and the sun comes out after the rain soaks the ground and the glare from the concrete is blinding. worst case scenario.


but early fall when it's just right and the clouds cover the sun enough so there's no glare and the rain sinks into the concrete and penetrates it because the air is so thick and the leaves stick all over the sidewalk and everyone is prettier in the softer light. then i love portland.