It is Sunday. There is breeze here on the balcony. Life is wonderful and terrible, as per each day. It feels like Sunday and I like that. This week, images only...and a story of racing through rain toward and then away from a black black sky. Drowning in a pink rain coat. PLaSTic $1 get up. LIberated from all expectation, desire, need and knowing in the moment of flying through flooded streets and feeling the rain in my eyes. A wonder. No, not everyone lives like this, and not everyday can you experience such wonder. amen to that. 

I begin the countdown to one. An interviewer asks John Cage if Time flies.....does it? He says. indeed. only if we measure it.