Tuesday, December 11, 2012


Sometimes....

Sometimes the waves are the means and not the ends.

Sometimes the sky.

Sometimes traces of fat warm December raindrops in the sand.

Sometimes mysterious artwork created for nobody and then destroyed for no reason.

Sometimes the moss and lichen grows on the north side, just like it's supposed to.

Sometimes a dusting of six-pointed lavender flowers covers the December ground instead of snowflakes.

Sometimes a bicycle made of metal and rubber, but also made of bamboo and hemp.