Sunday, December 30

• The decapetated palm tree.

• The embroidered red flower on the jacket of  woman across me perfectly echoes the geranium on the window sill.  

• The dried leaves on the tree glow against the shadowy wall. 

• sadness feels almost like the flue: an ache in your joins and a stuffyness in your head.
• the dramatic beauty of the purply sunset clouds, with their edges of soft fire.