<$BlogRSDURL$> Spontaneous Things: Karina Sumner-Smith's Blog
Thursday, June 30, 2005
I'm sitting here, windows open, the cooling night air seeping so sluggishly inside, and there are moments when everything seems to pause, all cars at stop lights, and I hear a sound, clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack, like a distant train. And I realize that for the first time I'm hearing the subway riding out over the bridge across the Humber, and I wonder what it says about this air, this night, this type of silence.

Posted by Karina Sumner-Smith at 11:28 PM


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