{"id":246,"date":"2021-02-26T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-02-26T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","slug":"spaces","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/2021\/02\/26\/spaces\/","title":{"rendered":"Spaces"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>We sat on the raised sidewalk<br \/>\nkicking pebbles, raising dust<br \/>\nand watching the sun go down<br \/>\nbetween green and red awnings<br \/>\nover bakeries and boutiques. <br \/>\nA weary tram lumbered past, <br \/>\npainted a forget-me grey<br \/>\nand the ground shook in its wake. <br \/>\nThick black tarmac smoke bellowed<br \/>\nfrom a nearby street corner. <br \/>\nEither the monsoons, or the<br \/>\nelections were waiting there. <\/p>\n<p>If he had a camera, <br \/>\nhe said, he would capture this<br \/>\nand keep it in his pocket. <br \/>\nThe calm before the storm is<br \/>\nalways painted vibrantly. <\/p>\n<p>The years roll by like rubber<br \/>\ntires squelching on summer roads. <br \/>\nVoices, neon blues and greens, <br \/>\nrise and float like cuckoo calls<br \/>\nwhen spring is almost over. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m the ringmaster of this<br \/>\ncircus-my life, showcasing<br \/>\neach act with flare and flourish. <br \/>\nWhy, then, do I spend more time<br \/>\nin the dark shoes of the clown? <\/p>\n<p>I trudge home slowly because<br \/>\nit&#8217;s the closest to standing<br \/>\nstill when the stars are out, but<br \/>\nthe grocer&#8217;s closes at nine. <br \/>\nTraffic lights turn from green to<br \/>\namber, and I think about<br \/>\nwhen the sky was on fire<br \/>\nand we watched it breathe purple, <br \/>\nplum juice trickling down his chin. <br \/>\nI should have let him know then, <br \/>\nif he had a camera, <br \/>\nI would need a copy for<br \/>\nmy lint lined pockets too. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We sat on the raised sidewalk  kicking pebbles, raising dust  and watching the sun go down  between green and red awnings  over bakeries and boutiques.   A weary tram lumbered past,   painted a forget-me grey  and the ground shook in its wake.   Thic&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/246"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=246"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/246\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=246"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=246"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ajulea.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=246"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}