Dispatches

Missed the train I was aiming for. Ended up glad about it, honestly -- this place is worth the extra twenty minutes.

Nothing left to say at this point in the night, just watching it burn down.

Late afternoon, low tide, everyone packing up but us.

Golden hour hitting the window just right. Didn't even go in, just liked the light.

The kind of sky that makes you stop on the stoop for a minute before going back inside.

Walked home the long way after the snow finally let up. Every bar on the corner still had its lights on, nobody inside.