street_scenes_redux birdmad dichotomy of largely decrepit city streets and picturesque sunset sky, brown haze hanging low in the warm evening air while cloud wisps in shades of pewter and nearly iridescent pink drift slowly overhead. The air is hot, but summer is (thankfully) fading. walking along, trying not to let too much dust settle on new black shoes, exhale one more drag of cigarette smoke, faint trace of the moon in the darkening blue sky, crumbling sidewalk with names carved in it, music rattling in the trunks of the passing cars. one more night somewhere in a progression of many just like it. neither beginning nor end 040908 what's it to you? who go blather from