þriðjudagur, febrúar 22, 2005

day running

Smells from the loop:

Hot rice vinegar
Perfumed soap
Car exhaust
Rain both coming and going

The sky roils almost like a March day on the Nes, though with fewer gulls and no oystercatchers whatever. But there are big seething masses of blue cloud aplenty overhead. I flare my nostrils for a whiff of salt or iodine, but I do not find it.

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