Evening in Late May

[blaiderunner]

If I just sit for a minute I can feel magic. It's real, floating in the air somehow. A tension, blue-grey beautiful. Colossal summer clouds electrify the air, and I think of one particular person whose name has become an obscenity.

Children playing, running and screaming outside my window in some other world. Strange sounds. Evening damp. Calling each other, being too honest about feelings.

I hope it rains again.