When the radio in my car broke I started to notice the
I began to stop exaggerating the color of leaves,
how their reds and oranges needed no wordy
I started to open the window and smell the wet
after morning rain. Crows on the phone line,
their blackness and stubborn dignity. I even noticed my
gripping the wheel, the small dark hairs, the skin,
the knuckles and the perfect blue veins.
Photography credit: Unknown (originally color).