The pear and amber coloured leaves carpet the patio cement. A wet mess that grabs on to the sole of your boot as you move across it trying to avoid the occasional pregnant rain drop. A burning cigarette to your lips, a shivering hand to your jean pocket.
Cold in the marrow. Wetness deep in the bones. The dead light of the late afternoon.
Music for early winter nights where the rain doesn’t ever seem to really come down, when it leaves you endlessly climbing up the roller coaster for the first drop, but never going over it.
Always leaving you on the edge.
It’s as perfect a moment as one can get. In the instant, you have nothing left to do but wait until the next thing.
Stop the world. That’s the name of this song.
*No rush today (from the lyrics)
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