There is a rainbow made up of sky. I will post it later, when I've developed this.
Soon I am off to Dunkin Donuts for coffee, maybe. And taking pictures of the glimmering in the street. I'll be walking along (and mind you, I will be walking, damn legs; I'll just boycott my pain, do it through the pain, like always) and carrying my camera.
I always use the cheap kind of film, the outdoor film. My daddy says I take pictures well.
Good morning, everyone. Every window should be jealous of mine. The birds are talking to me. "Poo tee weet?" (Note to reader: See Vonnegut.)
Thank you, Scott, for Kurt Vonnegut. And making me love the sky. And you.