Trombetta Sutra-let

The view from my window, while somewhat industrial, is not without charm.

Witness the Trombetta Brothers* warehouse, in all its early morning glory.

Reminds me of Ginsberg's Sunflower Sutra, where beauty is percieved, even amidst the soot, asphalt and broken glass. 

*Roll that one around in your mouth - Trombetta Brothers - and ponder what might've been.