Friday Going Down

Tornado warnings in D.C. Here in Brooklyn, nothing profound, no connectivity. Nothing wired or networked, cabled or wireless. Only a lovely Friday morning at the end of the holiday week, morphing into some grey breezes.  Rain always behind the forecasts, as though to make up for a  snowless winter. Dreaming of the terrace over Via del Gambero, a sunny December day near the Mediterranean (“middle of the world”)..a strange, millennial urban paradise, listening to Bob Dylan’s Absolutely Sweet Marie on the other side of the world.