I went to the Detroit Shoreline last night for the first time. It was a part of Cleveland that was cool, chic and screamed hipster.
What else would you do in a hipster neighbourhood but wander in and out of shops and coffee houses and theatres that were hosting an all neighbourhood arts event? Modern dance performances erupting in the middle of a busy coffee shop, bearded ladies singing (one was mustached) chamber style music while playing instruments like the cello, and a big empty white space where you could write a(n)?? haiku to be hung up on a clothes line were just some of the events we ambled between while grabbing many cups of hot bevys for it was COLD. (First snow was yesterday, just a few flurries, but welcome back to Ohio Christy).
I have never written a(n) (which is it!?) haiku before.
I was explained 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables.
Okay got it.
