Wednesday, January 3

• The cool light seeping through the bus window filds the edge of the young man's profile, and falls over his hand, lighting it like Baroque painting.

• The woman in the yellow-tan jacket, leaning against the bright yellow poles of the  bus.

• The woman hanging laundry just I walk out. The squares of color pick up on the ceramic moasic on the wall below.

• A boy in a mustard colored jacket rushes out the door, one side of his hood is lit to bright orange-yellow, glowing against the backdrop of the faded orange  tarracotta roof tiles. 
• The man sitting  by the table in front of me, blowing out small rungs of smoke that sit in the cool air.

•  The sunset clouds, spreading like a pearly clam shell across the sky.