Monday, March 14, 2011

Suburban Prayer Flags

From Little Bee:

"On the other side of the glass, the day smelled like summer. My neighbor had shuffled along his washing line, three feet to the left. He'd finished pegging Y-fronts. Now he was on to socks. His washing hung like prayer flags, petitioning daytime gods: I seem to have moved to the suburbs, I'm afraid. Can anything be done?"


Header Image from Bangbouh @ Flickr