From a moon ago or so. Young folk stepping along the Newbury sidewalk, all schmancy in fabric formality.
But beyond them, at back and center, is this undeniable cross-like shape in the alley. Looming, shadowing in its absence of light.
Brief in words tonight. Will shortly retire to the sleep slab for a bit of reclined reading and eventual dreaming. Strange dreams lately, though I can’t recall any specifics. One of these days I’ll read more Jung.