Happy new year
This morning, as the year turned, I too turned and returned to West Shore Road. It greeted me like an old friend, casting its sun on turbid waters.
Everywhere, small reminders of emptiness and calm. Long shadows proliferate.
The gasholder glared, an eye of silence in the haze.
Happy new year, everyone. I hope 2022 is a safe and creative year, full of kindness and quiet moments, for all of you out there.