wow.

perfect soundtrack to the 2AM walk in the steadybutbarelyrain: Explosions in the Sky.
(" the only moment we are alone")
They came on my pod, and i off'd the shuffle and let the set stay.

under my hoodie it was a movie, letterbox'd by the edges of it, my plugs snaeking out to the pocket - hands to songs.
("earth is not a cold, dead place")
and i went to the park, again, the playground, hoping to gank a pebble for a piece of it ::talismonger::, but they've mulched it.
as soon as i realized that, i could smell the chips in the rain: smokey cedar, hard hickory, sweet mesquite.
("have you passed thru this night")
so there's a bit of it in my hand all the way home. it'll be travelling more, tomorrow, i'd conjure.

earthcrosser, i weave'd tween the markers in the road, in a lazy slalom, imagining the scene should the cops come by:
me all in black, earplugg'd and grinning like a fool, clutching a bit of wood chip and catching rain on my tongue like some unmariner, trampling an albatross.
("your hand in mine")
i cannae remember the last time i was this happy.