Tuesday, Timeless

Hi there.

All day Tuesday is watercolors. Soft washes and blurs, ghost lines, shiny greens and damp browns, rain-gleamed streets. She's a dreaming day, perky but pale, top-framed by a black umbrella, her feet in puddles.

Counting Crows in the background.

A Tuesday like this probably dances when no one is looking -- or spins and sways free, regardless of an audience. Bare white feet splashing ground-fallen rain.

"American girls, all weather and noise..."

A Tuesday timeless. No ambient shift to mark her hours or age. She's always been here, stepping out now and then to look with dark eyes -- and lips that hold a smile, just verging. Always just emerging.

Her wet hair is a Rorshach; the tangles: arcane glyphs.

"Time expands and then contracts
When you are spinning in the grip of someone
Who is not an ordinary girl."

Pretty wet Tuesday, so gloomy and sweet.