"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Friday, November 8, 2013
Sunrise over Metro
The built world intrudes but can't diminish. Sometimes, in fact, it frames and beautifies.
A sunrise ringed by palm fronds would be postcard pretty, but this one is lovely, too.
An ordinary morning, walking through the Metro parking garage, and this is what I see.
