The air has the quality of translucent cotton, spread thin between the buildings, suspended, floating.
The pigeons on the corner were flocking like sheep just moments ago, until it was time for humans to take their place on the sidewalk. Now the birds are lazily playing flight on the iron grill of an ever working air conditioner on the roof of the bank across Broadway.
We are all expecting rain today.
Split seconds of thick air.
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i love your poetic vignettes (as you know). "translucent cotton", exactly. that`s what i say this morning when i looked at the heavy haze. in montreal, we, too, are hoping for rain:-)