daydreaming
it's so beautiful out the window that I can almost believe I'm not here. looking past the fluorescent lighting to the tall narrow patch of the outside; there's the suggestion of sky, yellow-green like a living crayon on the trees, red brick in the sun. I feast my eyes on that, on the middleground, ignore the mundanely ugly apartment building behind and the too-bright noisy classroom around me.
the treetops & the housetop - it looks like a bouquet of flowers, it looks like a french postcard, it looks like I'd be happy, if I were there, in the postcard world I've imagined from the sliver of beauty out the third window from the left.
the treetops & the housetop - it looks like a bouquet of flowers, it looks like a french postcard, it looks like I'd be happy, if I were there, in the postcard world I've imagined from the sliver of beauty out the third window from the left.