Journal Entry from May 7, 1997 (or how I used to try to be a good writer years ago)

I am sitting on Rebekah's futon listening to the baby make baby sounds and the wind blowing through the window and the faint honking from the street 14 stories below me. The sun through the venetian blinds lights the room and makes the clouds who are trying to cover it glow. The Empire State Building stands proud against the blue background as I look at it above the buildings which all seem the same color at this moment although yesterday they were multiple distinct colors. It reminds me of looking at a handful of sand up close to discover that each grain has it's own color but only and arm's length away they are all sand colored again. Right now the buildings are all building colored.