Friday, April 17, 2009

Where I Write These Days

Sitting on the rocks by the babbling sewage and road runoff rivulet behind my apartment. Canal Road and the Canal are below me and the sun is warm. The burble babble of the poisoned water drowns out most of the traffic noise, and the smell is tolerable most days. The sunlight glitters and gleams on the fouled falling water, uncaring of our damage or danger. That orb will bear silent witness far longer than our life, our love, and our crime.

5 comments:

Jennifer said...

No photo??

Chuckles said...

Next time the sun shines, I will provide a photo.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

The sun will never shine again.

Chuckles said...

Funny story, true story: today is the first sunny day since the 17th.

dontEATnachos said...

I saw some snowflakes earlier today.