Blue Sun

One of those mornings where the blue of the winter sky is so intense it actually carries the warmth of the wide sun on its blueness; the best way to feel the grace of a morning’s blue warmth is on my shoulders and the back of my neck. I have to avert my eyes the way one averts his eyes in the presence of God.



Why write

On Wilshire Blvd., near Centinela, either in Santa Monica or Los Angeles. The picture says it all; sometimes words are not your friends. Block’d, indeed.