Morning spent overlooking the harbor from the 32nd floor. An amazing grey day. For lunch I traveled through the mist & over the water, my imagination running away with the scenery.
When it comes to weather, there is no such thing as a bad day. I often hear "it's so miserable out", but what is miserable about fresh clouds, moisture, drenched earth? I understand somewhat, as my mood used to be governed to a degree by the weather, so I guess it's all perspective. Still, I'm glad I no longer see things that way.
Coming back across the water, a girl on the train with earphones on, eyes closed & such a happy smile. I wanted to talk to her, to share in it, but slightly moreso, I did not want to disturb her moment.
I wonder what she was listening to.
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"When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free"
Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill
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