...through the screen comes an image of a cloud unusually top heavy, as if rain were behind it, not inside it. To capture such a passing moment means you are there with me, just out of reach, or in a nimbus of your own. But since I think of you so often, there is this sense of time passing by me, or me passing time by means of seeing something suspicious in the sky, something not the same ever again. 3/20 sf, ca
....and all was just the way it is in the afternoon and then it all changes, an airborne menace we all knew was coming one day, but when the day comes, we say we could not know. Like love, death is final but somehow continues to live on, in memories, in pain, in concrete objects and inanimate places. May we be blessed always with all these opposites, all this heaven and hell, with the falling and rising again. Easter Sunday, April 12, 2020 SF, CA
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