12.23.2003

i miss ny.
upon driving up to houston, i encountered a heavy dosage of fog that obscured the sky and sun that hung low so prominently on the eastern horizon. as time marched on (the old cliche) and sky grew lighter, the fog seemed to roll like waves over me as i was below. i greeted some cows near a decrepit old farm. they all lifted their heads to gaze, taking breaks from grazing or headbutting. a very pretty morning.
i wish i had a walk in closet.
we had warm drinks sitting outside in metal chairs.