Night Fall.
The city sleeps, all back but a blue box shimmers in the sky. The waters in the lakes reflected the borrowed light from the moon.
In a dingy café across the dry lake I hear Jimmy Hendricks. He is alive – and so is the alternative culture in the laps of Brahma and wood fire pizza. This alternative world is actually beautiful; though I won’t leave the one I have for it! I should learn the art of skipping into other worlds. It is mighty refreshing.
