Took a little time after a morning of writing. It's nearly dusk in all these pictures; as you can see, grey skies are still chasing me everywhere!
Fortune has its cookies to give out which is a good thing since its been a long time since that summer in Brooklyn when they closed off the street one hot day and the FIREMEN turned on their hoses and all the kids ran out in it in the middle of the street and there were maybe a couple dozen of us out there with the water squirting up to the sky and all over us there was maybe only six of us kids altogether running around in our barefeet and birthday suits and I remember Molly but then the firemen stopped squirting their hoses all of a sudden and went back in their firehouse and started playing pinochle again just as if nothing had ever happened while I remember Molly looked at me and ran in because I guess really we were the only ones there
after 100 years no hurricane will get us!
these don't sound like our starlings at home.