Honest Weight Food Coop, fairytale pumpkins and more

It was a strange day today.

I was driving up Clinton Ave., and there to my right were three policemen wrestling a man to the street pavement. One had his knee pressed to the side of the man's skull. The policeman was leaning on his knee and pushing the side of the man's face against the blacktop. The other two police scrambled around to secure the rest of the man's body and pull his arms behind his back. Three young men watched from a distance.

It was an instant out a car window. But somehow the day changed. I forgot my turn and kept driving. Then I turned down a street to try and backtrack and forgot to turn again. I drove in scribbles around the city for 20 minutes before I got my bearings.

I thought of the man. What had he done? Or said? Or not done? I don't know. And I couldn't assume...anything.

I wasn't intending to go to the coop, but I ended up in the parking lot. Walking in to the store, colors flashed at me. Gourds twisted. Angles seemed alive.

I left my cart standing in front of the lettuce and went back to the car for my camera.

Here is how the world looked today.

Alive. And twisted.

Mysterious.

Packing heat.

Pretty.

And sweet.

And full of fairytales.