Spirits

It is August now. I'm writing about July, a year ago, and it will post in September, the real now. That's what life is like these days. Fantasies of working fewer hours "one day", reflected on memories of a beautiful summer in the past, overlaid on the compressing and searingly long days of right now, which will have passed by the time you read this. Layers of life and lives.

Old bottles in the window of City Tavern catch the reflection of the trees and Colonial buildings across the street. I think its so cool how my cell phone captures things, and how I can't really tell what it saw until I see it on the computer. My favorite is the one on the bottom, the bottle of spirits with its reaching branches.