Sunday evening with Michael. We're walking through the picturesque upper west side.
oh my, where did the sun come from it's all too beautiful
I love the upper west side mike
michael looks around, stone stairs to varnished entryways, potted plants in bloom. We walk a kate and michael pace which is a comfortable amble and whatever he was just thinking I just lacquered it with Amsterdam and 70th
it's nice.
My head is still popping around window shades, and plant species, I like his dry response it means, yes kate, I'd love to join you in an afternoon of skipping though fields of daises, I'll bring the crossword puzzles and the opium.
silence
(Japanese maple, hydrangea)
amble
We pass a front stoop garden which must be the pride of the neighborhood. A woman was perched on a window ledge resting garden gloves and gray hairs.
(petunias, mums)
It's beautiful
her smile broke the silence
Now she's talking to old ladies.
do-doo-do-do-do dodo
*laughs* that's so fucking brilliant.
what?
are you singing green acres?
am I?
Holy shit that's funny