On the street where you live
Saturday, February 28th, 2004I get busy. Too much to do, too little time to write. The tulips are out, tiger-striped, candy-striped. Magnolia trees potted in tubs are blooming in the Central Library’s outdoor courtyard. It’s not cold and the air is rich, rubbing off on me if only by association. Everything smells bloomy. I’m not writing here, which […]