seen on Broad Street...
Obviously I have no brain for anything other than a postplosion. And I hope, later, for buying a vacuum and dealing with a lot of dust. (Actually, I am still plugging away at the exhibit index for this massive brief. It's just hard to focus!)
As often happens, a man asking for money complimented me on my Red Hat. (And now you all should understand the costume plans hinted at in the previous post!)
Crossing Broad St., I walked by a boy and a girl walking away from the UArts building, the latter a dancer with beautiful third position and leg muscles. I wish I'd been a dancer when I was little...but as always, I remember that perhaps I wouldn't've liked dancing as much then.
Outside Capital Grille, I passed a man who looked not-particularly-Greek swinging what looked like a string of worry beads. I miss the quiet watchfulness of the old men of Greece. Again, as always, I wonder if I should stay here.
As often happens, a man asking for money complimented me on my Red Hat. (And now you all should understand the costume plans hinted at in the previous post!)
Crossing Broad St., I walked by a boy and a girl walking away from the UArts building, the latter a dancer with beautiful third position and leg muscles. I wish I'd been a dancer when I was little...but as always, I remember that perhaps I wouldn't've liked dancing as much then.
Outside Capital Grille, I passed a man who looked not-particularly-Greek swinging what looked like a string of worry beads. I miss the quiet watchfulness of the old men of Greece. Again, as always, I wonder if I should stay here.