Friday, September 7, 2012

Words mill about the streets like orphans

Today I commuted by bicycle. Morning was dry and pleasant, although a bit cool, about +8 °C. But the return was wet, once again, and I got soaked in the end in a heavy rain shower. But that wasn't so bad, one does get used to it. I didn't take any photographs today, and only a couple yesterday, here they are.

(Posting title is from the poem Bedtime Reading for the Unborn Child by Khaled Mattawa.)

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