Twice this week, I was witness to the hasty amputation of Gingko limbs. Standing in the middle of the street, to the west was still autumn, bright yellow leaves an exclamation point to a bright beautiful day. To the east was winter, gnarled limbs splayed like contorted fingers, reaching up as if screaming, "Why!?"
On the turntable: Mannheim Steamroller, "Christmas"
On the reel table: "Bicycle Thieves" (De Sica, 1947)
No comments:
Post a Comment