SLOW JAM CRESCENDO
after a loooooooooong day, you’re standing in the open doorway w/groceries in one arm & keys in the other. you set these small burdens on the countertop. it’s raining. you go to the window, where the waterdrops are drumbeats building at the rim. the city has gone all white & sunshowered against the bay. there is a rainbow tucked into the sky, shimmering. & in every window, as far as you see, another human being, studying your scene.
