Whenever it rains on this old planter box located near where I work in Manhattan, a round puddle forms and as the sun comes out and evaporates the water, little pretty rings form on its surface.
Does anyone else notice these things?
Like the rings of a tree, these rings also are evidence of time passed.
Beauty is in the eye of the abstraction appreciater.
Sunlight can bend and refract in very mysterious ways.
You just have to pay attention and look for it.
The sun is setting on this loft building on Norman Avenue and I see these circular light refractions and I can’t figure out for the life of me how they got there.
People are out smoking cigarettes or delivering packages and I’m just blankly staring into the abysss of light wonder.
And thus is my life of the Brooklyn Imbecile.