Notes from Nowhere

miðvikudagur, september 28, 2005

Little rainbows in my hand

I'm listening to Allegri's Miserere at the bus stop in the rain, writing to tell you about it, all on this little handheld. One by one, the falling rain alights on the screen, making a tapestry of lines and drops of rainbows and chequered patterns. Something about the beginning of autumn is just like coming home.


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