In a Lonely Place on 02-18-2019

Today I noticed the smoke rising up and up over the pile of her perfect hair and then – and here I can’t be sure – back along the top of her head until a wisp briefly rises and vanishes at her crown. And then as I wrote that sentence, it occured to me how strangely difficult it often is to describe something simple which you can surely see for yourself. So let’s just sit here together tonight and say nothing at all.