Adventure postponed/Adventure had

Midnight.

Somewhere in SE Minneapolis the soft funk of dandelions surrounded me. I yielded to this force on the wet sidewalk, and thrust my head back to see the cloisonné of pink sky between tree branches. The smell: the first week of May in Vancouver, but whiter; and coming from a tall tree, dripping blossoms. Filling the intersection.

03:00 (am)

I biked to Hard Times and then home, sprinkled, smiling, and full. Many robins chirped along the boulevards of my neighborhood. Each tree sang like a swingset, making the sleeping street feel like morning.

In the city this is how it is: By day the clouds cloud. By night they brighten.