★★ The morning raindrops were large for how sparse they were. It was just wet enough for the dog shit to melt. The corrugated metal of the scaffold out on Broadway heaved and groaned under some unseen activity, releasing a splat of water from its seams. Later there was blue sky out one set of windows, but it was still gray and chilly out on the fire escape. Five o'clock arrived and it was as if the sun hadn't ever really risen. The clouds were attractively rumpled, and even had blue bits showing through—a reminder that the sky knew what light was, but just wasn't letting anyone have any. At the last possible moment, it relented; the persistent gray was abruptly drowned out by screaming metallic pinks.
Tuesday, September 17th, 2013