I fixed everything broken that could be fixed, from general wear and tear, in my apartment under the winter grey, sunless sky.
All tagged citylife
An old friend from far away.
I leave my job in a half changed, slightly disgruntled mess with a little perfume and a quick sweep of deodarant and decide the only way I'm going to make it to the ferry dock on time (in this traffic mess) is to physically RUN down Capitol Hill with no sports bra and in a dress
Speak to me in a language I can hear, humor me
But I NEEDED this to happen. I needed to find myself (again) in the startling silence of the reflection of the everyday scratched up plexi glass bus windows. And in the pristine ballet class mirrors. And in the graffiti ridden store front downtown windows.