I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Urban poetry



Peeling paint in the colors of the season. (Click to enlarge to see the color and texture in more detail.)

Past the solstice, the sun is starting its long slog back north, and each day the darkness creeps in a few minutes later. It makes the calendar year feel even more artificial; here I sit in the Northern Hemisphere thinking the usual late December thoughts about the waning of the year and how quickly it passed, how much it contained, and the planets have already pivoted into a new cycle, dragging us along into their own new year whether we're ready or not.

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