| | Have you ever ridden your bike through a deserted neighborhood at 4 am
and felt the power lines humming expectantly overhead like bottled
thunderstorms? Each streetlight marking the darkness like green
underwater wells of light. The moment always seems pregnant with
potential. Like the sky and the night air are pressing down upon me
full of fecundity and promise. All I have to do is yell my ideas out
into the air to birth them into the world. |
| | Posted 8/22/2008 7:12 PM - 273 Views - 12 eProps - 6 comments
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