The autumn palette amid Robson shops a callback to the bustle of Greenwich Village in student days, he brings me a soy latte beneath the heat lamps, then we walk through Stanley Park cedarbelonging to one another,sounds of coffee and summer fadinginto the rose line of fall sunset. Above Third Beach in cool wind,southbound geese travel the sky,nature as always –the birch and maple at peace on the mountain,leaves fluttering like petals of gold in the wind,the natural erosion of passion into love,cream and caramel butterfliesfinding their way into the light of the world.
Published on September 22, 2014 12:19