I had no signal, so I read the Metro on the Tube
I am en route to D.C. in retrograde. In this case literally: thanks to a last-minute change in rolling stock, my seat assignment turned rear-facing. It is giving me a rather peach-tinted view of catenaries and concrete pillars sliding away in front of me. For the sake of my godchild's high school production of Antigone, I got myself sleeplessly out of bed at peasant o'clock and watched the sunrise over Boston from the HOV lane of I-93 while ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch drove expertly past a flatbed full of rebar. All the triangles of the Tobin's silhouette stood out against the gold edges of cloud-pink. We are channeled in weathered spray tags and telephone wires. I love this brick-flooding, window-flashing light, whose late afternoon sibling I am far more often out in. I just wish it did not involve quite so much being awake.
spatch drove expertly past a flatbed full of rebar. All the triangles of the Tobin's silhouette stood out against the gold edges of cloud-pink. We are channeled in weathered spray tags and telephone wires. I love this brick-flooding, window-flashing light, whose late afternoon sibling I am far more often out in. I just wish it did not involve quite so much being awake.