Wednesday, December 10, 2008


It might just be the essay in my talking, but right now I'd give anything for one of those summer nights a few years back where the air was warm and still and my arms were completely bare and I'd walked all the way from the train station and the leaves along Central were so green and it was busy but still quiet in a smaller town way and everything felt safe and familiar and patio lights blurred and hugs were given and it felt good to be back.

1 comment:

Martha said...

that season will come again/ xox