sprinklers making small patches of rain
coyote
almost utter emptiness, with a few early risers with backpacks and eyes still bleary to the day ahead thrown in.
ghosts in the graveyard and the intoxicating smell of flowers.
I now know what my ghosts are like.
they sound like wind but rattle more
to show they are alive.
it is a sweeping gust and it whines a little.
they sweep the sidewalks between the graves make the little leaves patter
I can't really describe it afterall, go out and see it for yourself.
The utter vast emptiness of the parking lot at Promenade
proving to the world it's useless ness
when there are cars there it's harder to see it. but now. it is evident.
all around me grey grey grey.
the small outnumbered patch of trees has vast-ly more use
they do. something.
they breathe. and wave.
the most peaceful passengers on earth.
the empty lot just sits.
but the silence is nice
the expanse is nice
it leaves you bewildered,
as you should be
when bowing down before nature
at the dawn of the day.
(even cars parked on the grass, that would slowly turn to dirt would be better,at least it would have the semblane of being alive, it would at least it would be brown not gray. )
