In summertime, it glides along the river as a jazz band plays.
But summer's over.
And funding for next year is in doubt.
In summertime, it glides along the river as a jazz band plays.
But summer's over.
And funding for next year is in doubt.
It's fall here. And though the days are still quite warm, the air has taken on the crispness of the season. The sky can be so amazingly blue. Everything looks so clear, almost stark against it.
Walking in to work, I pass by this building and its clock. It's very accurate and lets me know if I have time to wait for the light or if I need to just plunge headlong into traffic.