it’s cooler tonight.

fans set to medium spin too quickly.

little lights twinkle through paper lanterns as gold tassles sway.

the chirping is in unison now, the sacred song of the sleeping.

peaceful and still.

it’s strange how smoothly it enters.
one deep breath followed by a slow exhale.

again in unison. chirp. chirp. chirp.

i’m trying to make tonight about everyone else.

the natural/unnatural brunette, the crystal-eyed girl down the street, it’s all about HER.
capital letters add so much, don’t they?

now i’ve caught a chill. these things never leave…so instead, i’ll remember them.

Part I: The Glorious Distraction (or so they say)