up high

[corona heights | november.17.2008]


my beloved city. you continue to teach and expose me. it is winter sun now. there is an integration of past seasons in the east, past emotions fused with presently felt feelings, which occur here in the west. the overlapping is yellow leaves scraping and the bright sun blinding the pavement. the wind is playing in my hair and bringing pieces of other lives in between. i am grateful for the faces and the places. i am grateful for my lessons. look at this city. i won't be gone long, love.