Thursday, February 25, 2010

One step at a time, escape and trees on a wet night.

1. Faith in my ability to string together words holds this week together. Step, step, step.

2. On a filthy night, to find Katie waiting at the theatre, and to come in out of the dark and wet to an evening of escapism and thrills and tension released -- Gaslight at Trinity.

3. When going home late (chilly water pricks out of the grey sodden air), to walk towards a tree with a light behind it. Every twig shines with a row of hard, clear beads.

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