September 29, 2011

Flamingo/tangerine roses are the first to peek out of the dimness at dawn. Behind them, cyclamen like pink gems tossed casually across the ground. The pale pumpkin angel’s trumpets are festooned with magenta volunteer morning glories. The effect is sublimely bold.

Pulling onto University Heights, I almost hit a motorcycle which was turning–cutting off the corner of my lane–in front of me. I simply had not seen him. My gratitude for the near-miss has lasted through the day.

Schubert on the CD.