The night be­fore last I met a rel­a­tive­ly new Tremont res­i­dent for beer and tacos at the Lincoln Park Pub. We spent near­ly two hours chat­ting about the var­i­ous places we’d lived in Indiana, job prospects and how to fix Cleveland. Yesterday I was go­ing to write more about this, but due to a pow­er out­age, I had no in­ter­net ac­cess. They end­ed up send­ing us home from work at 11, af­ter near­ly three hours of sit­ting in the dark. So, I did what any red-blood­ed American man would do with an ex­tra 4 hours of time in a day; I went shop­ping. I fi­nal­ly found a re­place­ment hood­ie, even though it is brown, not black, slight­ly dis­tressed and from a com­pa­ny called American Rag. At least it doesn’t have a lo­go on it and I am now warm. It does have an in­side breast pock­et which will be per­fect for my cam­era when I’m out and about.

When I got back to Tremont, Rafiq need­ed a ride out to E.91st and St. Clair so I took him and a friend out there and spent a sol­id forty min­utes talk­ing po­et­ry and the artis­tic process with the friend. I’ve for­got­ten his name be­cause I’m a jerk. Friend is go­ing to LA for a few months for some in­ten­sive writ­ing with a cre­ative part­ner in crime and from the few glimpses I had of the work he has done and has planned, he’s go­ing to cre­ate some fierce stuff.

The weath­er yes­ter­day was the sort that on­ly ap­pears in the fall. Brisk and most­ly cloudy, most­ly nim­bus but ragged in shape and er­rant in move­ment that light from the sun kept leak­ing around them all and mak­ing the whole day in­to a fleet­ing gold­en hour.

2 thoughts on “Nimbus

  1. Fleeting gold­en hours are the best. Hope you and your cam­era and hood­ie are do­ing well! =)

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