Monday, November 22
The walk down to karate tonight was all about reflected light. A green stoplight glowing off the iridescent back of a street sign, red taillights doubling themselves in a puddle, the blinkers of a bus picking out the skeleton of a leafless tree in intermittent amber against a black sky, the yellow strobing disco of a parked tow truck, the television-like flicker of a lone silhouetted man on a rooftop, welding, fitfully bathing the whole wall of the adjoining building in a cold bluish white. Really lovely. I'll miss walking when the ground ices up.
10:33 PM
