hour and a minute

very airy fall says my barometer.  I get off work, take the elevator to the lobby, and another one down to the parking garage.  Through the sliding door to my bike, the faintest whisp of fresh air, around some corner.  Then I unlock my bike get on and proceed further towards the exit, the air cooling like calculus, quicker and quicker, then I turn a corner get out of the saddle and ride up the ramp, and it's the night, cold and clear, small city sounds, moisture in the gutters and leaves piled up and pulverized here and there, and a blue and bugs dying by the thousands, people wearing coats, the river below becoming freezing and unbecoming, and my hands barely wishing they were gloved.  The exact reason I love the fall so much.

Charlie Hales let some Shakespeare slip today, cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war, and I knew immediately it was biblical, but it's Shakespeare, and that's why I'm wrong and he's the mayor.  And that's why Shakespeare is who we thought he was and I'm still not a literature laureate or a PHD with elbow patches.

Just some dude, not even a kid any more, wearing my coat and biking home.

1 comment:

wife said...

glad you're my dude

beautiful shots