Dusk.

Gold embraced the pavement.

Manhattan’s skyline pierced the clouds, swarms of gulls drawing sutures between buildings.

Icarus could have flown unscathed across the horizon, if only he had adjusted upwards a couple degrees.

I’m glad you asked.

_DSC8752-Edit

 

 

 

 

 

Leave a Reply +

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s