Double Flee A

An important artistic observation:
On the sidewalk a girl is walking. She takes a step and a clunky, foamy sandal goes "thop" against her heel. On the fourteen-story building next door five feet of sunshine remain as the sun sinks under the horizon. I barely notice that she hasn't noticed a squirrel getting out of her way, because the sound "thop" is making me think about other curved surfaces and the sounds you can make on them with a cupped hand, but thank god for that squirrel. Leaves are attempting a small tornado but rise in an eddy to be met again by contradictory leaves, making the most of their iteration before the long cycle of decay and rebirth. In the middle distance a guy falls off a skateboard but catches himself before the ground does. His skateboard makes a crashing sound that echoes off of many near walls. The squirrel is gone. The sandal goes "thop". The sun retreats by eight inches. Brick walls radiate the heat they've gathered all day. An office guy flirts with a nurse. Leaves rattle. "Thop".

posted by dale @ 7:30 PM