Now San Francisco, from here, looks like muted pastels and decadent ornament; am I turning into a New Yorker...

Since my trip, the word "Alaska" has conjured new, less wonderful connotations.  

Every moment is uniquely and utterly complex.  I wonder just how we humans are meant to be able to take stock of it all; the entity of life has so many intricacies it is no wonder that people get so confused, misdirected, and try to replace complexity with simplicity.  And yet there is also something simple to every moment.  

a farewell to summer

oddity

Long ago.  And the stories carry us through life quietly, like dreams not remembered, until they speak out loud, and in so doing, become heard reminiscences of forgotten time.

moments of sublime

...today while biking around central park (daily routine), looking up at the sky as the trees against the sky slowly, smoothly disappear into the space behind my field of vision.  

Sometimes, perhaps it is from the beginning of fall, life lets us know it won't last forever.