A pause, then: "Sunny day, sweepin' the -- clouds away!"
The words fit: New York could have been painted by Vermeer today, if he were more given to outdoor scenes. The light shimmers over a vivid sky-and-stone palette.
"On my way to where the air is sweet."
Prometheus would look like Gene Kelly, given a little more rain and a little more room to dance. He cranes his neck, only half paying attention to where he's going.
"Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?"
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Date: 2007-08-28 02:28 pm (UTC)A pause, then: "Sunny day, sweepin' the -- clouds away!"
The words fit: New York could have been painted by Vermeer today, if he were more given to outdoor scenes. The light shimmers over a vivid sky-and-stone palette.
"On my way to where the air is sweet."
Prometheus would look like Gene Kelly, given a little more rain and a little more room to dance. He cranes his neck, only half paying attention to where he's going.
"Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?"