music sounds differently when it comes from the back of my car while I’m driving down the highway at dusk mid fall.
as though there is a band in the backseat, inspired by the view that we are sharing;
out of the front window at the road unfolding before us;
out of the side at the skeleton trees--leaves clinging to the branches--next to the full trees of winter, about to enter their season;
and out of the back at the wisps of clouds, illuminated by the orange setting sun.
November 2000
as though there is a band in the backseat, inspired by the view that we are sharing;
out of the front window at the road unfolding before us;
out of the side at the skeleton trees--leaves clinging to the branches--next to the full trees of winter, about to enter their season;
and out of the back at the wisps of clouds, illuminated by the orange setting sun.
November 2000
