Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Shim sham

Taking the air on the old ferry deck, diesel fumes wafting across my face and the view splashing before me, I noticed a man, a solitary man sat, sitting on a seat. I contemplated his being and the way his hair flipped and flapped under his hand as the wind came in. Then he went inside.


Julio F said...

An image of solitude itself.

donnie said...

this is so cool - great story