Monday, October 24, 2005

Lost in Flickr

A tapping sound interrupted my aimless browsing. I emerged to investigate. Small, pea-sized hail is falling from the sky.

Thirty minutes later, I am interrupted by trucks with sirens stopping at my building. Probably a tripped alarm, it happens frequently. I always look because I am surrounded by aged, dry timber. A window washer is repelling from the roof. The firemen stop him, and then go away.

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