In Pretty

The things you think are visually appealing as a little kid are stored for continual appreciation even decades letter. For me, gasoline, water and black top.   

Premature daffodils in the backyard, appreciated by an outstretched slug, appreciated by me. 

A snow-dusted Central Park on a grey winter day while I am supposed to be in professional development. 

Brooklyn’s growing skyline behind the lingering pink on the Gowanus. My morning walk to work is meditative, ending abruptly at the sound of the custodian’s leaf blower. [Note: He also uses the leaf blower when cleaning up the cafeteria after lunch periods. Genius!]

More escape from professional development classes. I miss walking through this campus. I also miss not having student loans.