Today feels like Sunday Pt. II, all gray and grainy. I took a drive to Easton for bottomless coffee and people-watching. Across the street, in between two old buildings, boarded but majestic, I found the most colorful painted town. The sun is shining there.
“The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.” – Charles Baudelaire