With the windA hand seized a hat from escaping with the autumn wind. Tickled necks and licked coat tails danced at the coming change crossing bridges to another tomorrow.
Seagulls over ParisTheir news echoes through the avenues causing puzzled faces to peer onto a setting sky where winged shadows swoop swiftly slicing up the Seine, swooshing and swerving, a spontaneous dance of sorts of ups and downs and all-arounds. How easy it all seems, this dancing with the wind this weightlessness…
The ErrorHe was built just like any other man, except that he was invisible. He often staggered on the cobblestones streets of Paris, delirious after a succession of sleepless nights, sometimes with a flat can of beer in one hand, which sloshed and dribbled down his arm. On some days he…