Bryan Wright on Nostr: Yesterday, it was windy and bright. A gray cloud like a tabby's underside hung over ...
Yesterday, it was windy and bright. A gray cloud like a tabby's underside hung over everything, but sunshine was sandwiched between it and the ground. Yellow trees glowed. A two-foot whirlwind of yellow willow-oak leaves spun on the bricks in front of a door, around and around and around. I stepped into it, yet inexplicably was not lifted into the sky.
So here I am, on this cold, sunless, mean-spirited November day.
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