Wednesday, September 21, 2016

In Media, Rest

First, the short, waddling steps of all us commuters in a crowd, squeezing into the the rush hour train, then we endure the dark tunnels of the underground until coming up into twilight on the bridge.

A hundred heads bow simultaneously into glass screens, and we stab out texts and swipe in timelines that tell us nothing we need to know.

But one post from a friend says, "Gorgeous sunset tonight!" causing me to look up and out the window across Buttermilk Channel into New Jersey, and sure enough, it is a beautiful sunset, full of crimson and fluorescent orange burning brilliant against the grey.

I stare in silence, the only one watching on the train, it seems, and say a silent thank you to my friend, and to social media, good for something for once.

One year ago today: Burning Eden
Two years ago today: The Burden of Our Early Work

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