Routes, corners, and small things I notice outside.
Took the long way home because the light was good and the air finally felt like spring.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
Posting this here so I can find it again the next time I see a suspiciously patient bird near the water.
Everything sharpens after a light shower: the crosswalk paint, the leaves stuck to the curb, the bakery sign that usually disappears into the block.
I took the long way home for no reason other than the street looked newly washed. That was reason enough.
