Monday, November 13

• It is exactly ten months today since Y. was born.
• How the glaring gray morning light outlines the streaks of dusts running down the bus widow.
• The blur of bright pink against the gray asphalt as a little girl runs across the street.
• Anelderly woman is sitting on the bench, facing forward. Her friend leans over, face animated and laughing. Her glowing red skirt and hat play off the bright orage-red chairs behind her.  

• The way the nana floats in the jug of water , like it has been preseved in glass. Behind it, a girl is laughing.