Dec. 15th, 2010

A friend yesterday was wishing for a clean slate, sotospeak, and I felt like the universe was doing her best to give her one this morning. The city was washed clean by rain (which has since moved on), leaving the air fresh; full of the smells of trees and grass. Even pre-dawn was nearly colorless, just a slow brightening- as if to say no preconceptions, no notions of beauty- just light, do with it as you will.