Blue is Orange When I Close My Eyes
Things are never as they seem
I am sitting on my car.
Not to be confused with sitting in my car. When the brief summer graces the city of Rochester with its presence, I do what I can to spend as much time on the roof of my car as possible. I bring my paperwork onto the roof of the car. My writing. My Bible and my reading. From a bird’s-eye view, the sun only…