Commute

Based on what I read here, many bloggers who write their lives have a curious push-pull relationship with posting. I get it. Sometimes I'm so tired of hearing myself talk or I start to feel exposed or can't call up the words. But the urgency to write usually wins out—that and the desire to stay connected to the community of like souls I have found here. And truly, I would post photos of my children every single day if I had enough photos, but they live away from me now, so there's that. I miss them, but you already know that, so this morning, let me just say thank you, all you dear ones who left me comments yesterday, for your concern about my being under the weather. I'm doing a lot better; the skies are crystal clear. Today I'm just going to post what I saw on my way to and from work yesterday. This city, even the gritty parts, can be so dazzling on a clear blue day.