everyday is a holiday

[the bestest]



[bird beach spot]



the city emptied it was quiet. the solace was nice it was a reprieve. introspection is the name of the game. i took to the streets after i left the bright one. she is so bright and she leaves soon. it's a matter of accepting the ebb and flow people coming going gracing. there is this well of gratitude. it brims. i traveled over the tracks the roads the buildings swallowed up the steam from below hinting at the life underground everywhere the city has inhabitants. time has no limit except when i stop and notice there is a number i can attach a count but there is no limit. now i get to practice trust like the skateboarder on the pavement his hooded figure moving over the wet street.