 | | 24/09/2014 21:42
Sur le blog Messages on a Napkin
GOLDEN HOUR
I had a moment yesterday by the river walk. I had songs that sounded like daydreams in my ears and my hands were in my over-sized coat pockets, trying to keep warm as the brisk wind swept across the water and snapped and cracked around my head, as if it was annoyed with me and wanted me to notice. Doing my part in the spat, I turned my head and pretended not to care. It was six o'clock and the sun started to fade, its rays slowly melting like thick wax onto the sidewalk, turning everything into a wet gold. It poured into the river and drifted slowly to the bottom, its light curling like smoke under the green waves. Feeling the warmth in my hair, I...
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