I went to Starbucks tonight - one last hot chocolate at the old cafe before I leave.
A light thin fog lay over everything - the kind of fog that separates every light into crepuscular rays, and softens even stop lights into halos. In this fog, it is impossible not to see that everything is beautiful; even the car exhaust hovers in the air, a ghost.
I tipped the baristas the last of my American money.
Let's fly.

A light thin fog lay over everything - the kind of fog that separates every light into crepuscular rays, and softens even stop lights into halos. In this fog, it is impossible not to see that everything is beautiful; even the car exhaust hovers in the air, a ghost.
I tipped the baristas the last of my American money.
Let's fly.
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Date: 2009-09-26 10:37 pm (UTC)