More specifically concerning: evening
Perhaps
28 January 2003, around 11.07.
Dusk, rain. I don’t know. Maybe I was expecting something different. It’s possible. Something other than the nights of fog and afternoons of rain, rudely punctuated by dawns and dusks and gloamings serene and unencumbered. Come to think of it, though, no one uses the word ‘gloaming’ anymore; nobody sane, anyway. Certainly not the young […]
A view (21)
12 April 2008, around 10.44.
On the evening of my last day of work before leaving for the Peace Corps.