And so it is. Sunrise one minute later than yesterday. And it continues each day...

 
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And so it is. Sunrise one minute later than yesterday. And it continues each day. Do the math over a week. A month. And even though the sun is way over there closer to north than seems possible, I turn and look south east and place a marker in my memory of it's location in December. Every taste of summer includes this breath of winter. Every breath of winter holds this taste of roses on a summer breeze.

The group was mostly beat up this morning. Black eyes. Swollen temples. Blood stains...

 
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Dear Anonymous,
The group was mostly beat up this morning. Black eyes. Swollen temples. Blood stains. Upset stomaches. Skin troubles.
Bottle of water? Yes.
Do you have any coffeecake? Yes.
Socks. Socks. Socks.
A coffee card. A clean t-shirt.
Winter is rough out here. Summer sometimes looks rougher.
One man exchanges a book with me. I ask if he writes. He nods his head. I hand him an empty journal.
Another picks up another book I've brought along.
I never hear the stories of the black eyes and blood stains.
Of the swollen temples and hospital bracelets.
But they smile and wish me well.
See you tomorrow.
Take care.
Love ya'.
And that's that. I have been blessed again.
Thank you Dear Anonymous. Cards, socks and shirts...a few pairs of pants. Some sneakers help.

Part of what calls me to this bulb over and over is that it is suspended directly above the horizon line...

 
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Part of what calls me to this bulb over and over is that it is suspended directly above the horizon line that is the location of a power plant. I think of all the lines running from there to here. Here to there. Lines. Lines in the air. Lines underground. Tesla, are you rolling in your grave? 

I stopped on the exit ramp. Emergency lights on. I never once thought about the dangers...

 
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I stopped on the exit ramp. Emergency lights on. I never once thought about the dangers if my skin were dark. Or if I were a young man in a hoodie doing the same damn thing. That that would totally change the equation. I jump out and photograph and jump back into my white car. Into my white privilege.