On the subway this morning the conductor said, after each stop, “Stand clear and watch the closing doors.”
Then: “Okay, here we go.” Here we go. He made it sound fun and exciting, as if we were strapping in for a roller coaster ride. Like we were all in it together. Bound for something good.
I thought that as cool, especially on such a beautiful morning. It’s been raining for weeks here and you put up with weather like that because–well, because you have no cherce. But for all those dreary days you get one like this. Picture perfect. Like this:
Sing it, Mick:
[Painting I did of model, Santa Monica, 1997–gouache on paper]