Sunday, August 26, 2012

Tepid Water

     It's cloudy now.
     The shade pavement and bricks turn when it's wet with sparkle. The logy sogginess of the sky and atmosphere is a pure shot of adrenaline and completeness. It borders on becoming a piercing happiness. Not a truly morbid delicacy, but the reassurance of the gloom is a dull ache that is almost as unbearable to enjoy. The scent of a shower is the most radiant cologne for miles as a soothing haven. Maybe even the leaves move at another timbre. Maybe that's just hopeful thinking.

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