::SUNDAY MY FOOT! ::
Sitting before a window taller than I am, I watch downtown disappear. The sky drops hundreds of thousands of lenses between the buildings and me, and the lenses' net effect is drab blurriness. I still feel the skyscrapers, though today the sky's scraping them.
The cars slish
their way past me -- white noise to go with the white sky -- and I watch as their brake lights intensify.
I miss you, Austin. I wish you were here. Things will be better than good.