One of the word games/writing exercises I like to
engage in is looking around and trying to describe all that I see using only
one letter of the alphabet.
Sometimes it works better than others, but here’s my Tuesday drive to
work and arrival as defined by the letter “A”—
an Airdale being jogged along
behind
a sign askew
the palimpsest of asphalt
hazy blue air
the altitude
of an old pine
the awful
sterile entryway
things yearned for and remembered from afar
these French geraniums and cloth: ah!
image: Provence Mon Amour
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