NOT SPRING

On Thursday you could swear summer had arrived. It was actually hot that morning and I started wondering if a jacket was an outrage. Then something happened that afternoon, the temperature started dropping, and dropping, and by the evening some wicked trick had been played. We were suffering, unprepared, and the worst was yet to come. Today sleet was attacking the city, and wind was tearing up umbrellas, shattering skin tone and hasn’t let up yet. Two days later at that same spot on Houston where I shot the love... the love is gone.