Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Sunday

Essex-Delancey: a crowd of people running to catch the F train.

One gent in their midst: "Teamwork, people, teamwork!"

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Why dogs chase trains.

Over the river and through the woods. I'm pedaling sleepily on my Dolce. Without any coffee in my system. Marshals in bright vests are staggered along the loop, whistling. Call and answer. This is exciting!

And then! And then!! A flock of colorful cyclists passes me. "Passes" isn't the word! It's one thing to see the Tour on television, narrated by some old British bloke. Another thing altogether to share a road with this fast flock -- and know that I could never keep up!

I understood this morning, why dogs chase trains. Why lions chase gazelles.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Q&A

"How long have you been here?"

"Since the dawn of time."

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Purple couch. Candle in a jar. WQXR. Tsar Nikolai tea. Thawing feet. Frozen pizza in the oven, sopping slip shoes near it.

I'm sure I'll be asleep in an hour. But for now it is so nice to sit here, reading, or staring at the bookshelves without seeing them. Putting everything down.

PUTTING EVERYTHING DOWN.

Monday, April 14, 2014

"I am the Red and the Beard."

Friday, April 11, 2014

Struggled for an hour with the drawstrings of sleep, the alarm coils.

Then I dressed and picked my way to the Park, did one half-hearted lap.

And then I sat by the lake watching the birds, my bicycle leaning against my knees, itself no heavier than a bird.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

You are, the little house on the prairie.

And I am the lean-to.