I often find myself haunting Downtown streets in invisibility mode. Watching my world like an interesting movie. Meaningless meanderings. But habit all the same.
Sunset on the Avenue and a new era is beginning. Remember how you wondered when you’d wake up and feel like a grown up someday? It finally happened last night as I watched my daughter’s concert. All of these high school hopes onstage anxious and impatient for lives not yet begun.
Meanwhile, I discover that I am not a movie myself.
Rather, a long running series with twists and turns, but an established arc. I find I like the latest cast of characters. Although the plot sometimes leaves a bit to be desired.
Sunsets painted on the Avenue in periwinkle and rose and amber watercolors. Lives painted in various shades of blue and grey.