twenty minutes in brussels

2003-01-03, 7:49 p.m.

when i came back, there was a cloud over the redwood trees. it was orange, like the skyline of the city, but the cloud was just over the redwoods, just there, by itself. could i see the cars passing by? with their lights, blurring with exposed lenses. could i feel the cold? the cold on the top of my hands, the cold that was tightening my muscles in anticipation of a warm room; of warm lights and books piled ten stories high. the truth is, i have a pocket full of ideas, and i have one eye to see the cloud, reflecting the cities bustling streets.