Posts from Hmm Weekly

A car pulled away from the curb and another car took its place before the dry spot underneath could get wet.

A broad strip of mixed dried leaves and scattered garbage stretched along the avenue like a carpet runner.

A child sat on the sidewalk, tugging the end of the long, coiled tether tying it to a brunch.

Overpass shade was so deep the minivan's display flipped over to night mode and back.

A rim of soft pink, higher in the west, surrounded the sky.

A PIGEON HUNCHED up dark and round in the green of a locust tree, under dim skies. The air had lost its coolness. The clouds were irregular but gray all the way through. Brunchers sat right up beside the open windows of restaurants, with the brunch music carrying past them over fully empty outdoor tables. […]

The grass in Central Park was lush and springy underfoot, the air saturated with water and thick with vegetal smells.

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On and on the rain pattered, in the suspended animation of a day going nowhere.

Sunlight got into fire escapes and grates and vents and the girders of the Queensboro Bridge. Bay windows let the light through like vitrines.

After lunch the clouds were back and the radar showed something oozing sideways toward land from the Atlantic.

Rats wandered calmly in and out the thickets.

A robin splashed in the manmade waterfall at the top of the Loch, over and over, throwing lines of spray off its wingtips with each bout of wiggling.

Do you know and/or remember what “checks” are?

Once you recognize this pattern, you taste it everywhere.