[ Cirrus. ]
It's simply impossible to dress proper for this weather. Too hot beneath the sun, too chilly on a shadowed wind. Auburn is burning the umber of my hair, hot to the touch when I finally get back in from the park.
I like how the marble benches that compose the chess alley remain cool and slick beneath even when the black squares baking in the sunlight scald. Moves must be carried out more quickly, preserving fingerprints over hesitation.
I saw a wild hare kit dart from the sidewalk amongst the bushes on my way back tonight. Just two weeks now 'til I return to the country for a spell, and there should be early borns in the herd by then.
I've been living in the city for nearly half a year now. Guess I've adapted considerably.
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The way she phrases it, she merely keeps me around. I wonder how long she's ever 'kept around' anyone else, and if she'll remember that when we arrive at my 'rents place, it'll have been precisely four months since our first kiss.
I've come to realize that I like that there's nothing spoken, though. I'd like to keep and settle in, yet could never envision myself going through the paces these chattering girls spring's poured along the window shops expect.
Wouldn't trade in this here and now and as of yet, she hasn't realized the meaning behind that smirk I give her right before she does that thing where she cants her nose down beneath her fringe. It's a reiteration of the statement whose return she dodged.
She doesn't need to say anything.
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I like how the marble benches that compose the chess alley remain cool and slick beneath even when the black squares baking in the sunlight scald. Moves must be carried out more quickly, preserving fingerprints over hesitation.
I saw a wild hare kit dart from the sidewalk amongst the bushes on my way back tonight. Just two weeks now 'til I return to the country for a spell, and there should be early borns in the herd by then.
I've been living in the city for nearly half a year now. Guess I've adapted considerably.
[Private]
The way she phrases it, she merely keeps me around. I wonder how long she's ever 'kept around' anyone else, and if she'll remember that when we arrive at my 'rents place, it'll have been precisely four months since our first kiss.
I've come to realize that I like that there's nothing spoken, though. I'd like to keep and settle in, yet could never envision myself going through the paces these chattering girls spring's poured along the window shops expect.
Wouldn't trade in this here and now and as of yet, she hasn't realized the meaning behind that smirk I give her right before she does that thing where she cants her nose down beneath her fringe. It's a reiteration of the statement whose return she dodged.
She doesn't need to say anything.
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