LATE AFTERNOON, I had to run out. Quickly.
Lots of loose ends.
Didn’t make a list. Moving too fast, so now making double trips.
The end of the year will do that to you — if you let it.
But something told me to pause, to look up, just as I reached the broken-down husk of a theater on the corner: the one the city keeps talking about renovating; the one new neighbors consider “the eyesore” the one that the long-time neighbors still refer to as “the old picture show.”
And the sky said this:
In the last light of the last days, farewell 2012.
Remember, look up — or you’ll miss it.