I make my money on the streets of Denver, a performer trying to earn enough "by donation" to pay what small bills I have, and doing this day in, day out, block by fulsome block you can't help but get a sense of the seasons. October's long passed, nights are longer lasting, and Autumn is a jolt of desperation.
There's a sullen resistance here to the gravity it hints at, sweaters and scarves anticipating biting cold, thoughts...
