haunted by clouds i set out to meet the sun. so i crossed the bay. got off in oakland and caught the last fruit on the farmers market. from there i made my way north, turning west or east whenever the heart or feet desired. i kept going and took a picture here and there, a sorbet just once. except the first, today all shots were taken from the waist, providing the camera lens with new perspective. i could have walked on end, had there not been the coffee shop with the comfy sofas to one side. i sank, and so did the book - with me. i did not watch the hour, but when i left the book was half devoured and the tea pot empty. the sun was soon setting, while the moon was rising high. the late return into dark lands was chilly but quiet. the cat only got up to eat with me, and has now long returned to his sweet feline dreams.
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