Are those our gigabytes flying with the clouds? The late afternoon gusts herd the humidity off to the North East. Corrugated iron and powerlines clack and hum: castanet and aeolian harp underscoring an adagio for the receding sun. Armadas of billowing clouds stream by; foc’sles firmly focused on a North East passage. We place so…
casting pebbles in the pool and watching the ripples spread
