Journal

Many wonder why I'm out here in the rain. While people scurry past in their attempts to keep as dry as possible, I stand in one place. The water falls on my head and rolls down my face.

A bit precious but had a go at translating a sonnet by Michelangelo, but it lost the energy of the Italian, so I tried putting it through the >-ten-words filter to try and 'razz' it up again.

I hope this doesn't touch on any cultural shibboleths too precariously.

Standing Still