Night time in Paris is my favorite time. The buildings, often uniformly white or stone rise above me and at their crest a luminous deep blue sky provides a backdrop to swiftly moving grey clouds. You know that somewhere the moon is out, but she is hidden beneath the layers of charcoal hazing swirling past. I think of the camera in my pocket and I realize that the skill to capture this beauty is beyond me, perhaps beyond anyone. So breathe the scene in fully and try hard to remember.
There is so much to see in Paris, and everything looks different still by night, yet my favorite scenes play out above me walking down the alleys of my neighborhood. Although, it is unwise to call anything here my favorite. The next beautiful moment will replace this one until it too is surpassed. Maybe it is best to say that Paris is beautiful and leave it at that, but those words will never describe it, they are too easy to read and agree with and let your mind move on too quickly to fully comprehend.
Of course - we would all get to enjoy it with you BUT YOUR FREAKING FINGERS ARE BROKEN!!! The only reasonable excuse for no pictures of what you describe!!!!!!
Posted by: Uncle Richie | December 03, 2005 at 05:42 PM
What are you saying, "uncle richie"? That a book isn't worth reading if there's no pictures? I think the description was wonderfully evocative and exceeds any *need* for images.
Posted by: kocici | December 04, 2005 at 02:55 AM
ari ever consider doing some professional writing ? that was realy quite poetic ! love,
Posted by: cheryl lynn | December 04, 2005 at 12:31 PM