i refuse to apologize for not blogging. I'm sorry, I just can't.
What's interesting. The new (and curiously chubby) homeless guy who arrives at the Harris-Piedmont pocket park at dusk each evening when the light is just enough for him to unroll his bedding, sit cross legged and snug between his over-stuffed gym bags, pull out his journal and write.
I've been watching him at this for three weeks now. He's punctual and regular and doesn't show up just often enough to make me worry and often enough to make me want to wave hello.
He leaves each morning around 7:30.
Something about this one makes me feel as if i'm participating in a fictional event. I think it's his big butt.