This blog is not about San Jose, really, its not! This is an experiment in the form of stream of consciousness...
Saturday, October 9, 2010
The cigarette lay smoking in the road. It was early October and the sun was just low enough now that it illuminated the smoke as it curled upwards, whiter than the gray of the asphalt on this country road. The smoke curled and undulated as though it were rising from a lantern, as though a genie might materialize and grant wishes to the black angus steers that grazed in the yellow field nearby.