Jacob MacNaight (psalm_131) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-08-20 12:24:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | florence sanford, jacob macnaight, ken statton |
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Jacob is on his lunch break, and he's already been home to check on his father. That done, he's cycling slowly through town, enjoying the hint of September that's sneaking around on the breeze, counterpoint to the August sunlight that's still coming down heavy. Things are moving on, the way they always do.
When people wave to him, he waves back, balancing on his bicycle easily with one hand or none.