people with dreams and hopes are out there.
the remnants of conversation, delicious meals being source and prepared, countless heartaches, numerous joys, a thousand people shouting, millions of people singing melodies softly amidst the murmur of a city under the blanket of a waning winter.
the desolation of history is out there. this is a nod to the memory of the chandler piano co. sign i had seen unearthed by transition construction this past week.
the only thing lost by not taking a look is everything you may potentially gain. some times it seems so simple, and so furiously complex all at the same time.
peering through that rainy, grimy, beautiful window, i had to remind myself that there is always something fantastic about looking around the bend.