"can you hear the things i cannot say?"
the light. there was this light tonight, this incredible light. walking down 34th, the buildings were being hit by this impossible light, and the sky behind them just seethed, deep, roiling. it looked like someone had held these glistening, perfect jewels against the dream of a panther, and somehow made it a skyline. to the south the clouds were magenta and gold against a flat grey, and straight overhead the sky was calm blue. we'd been walking, earlier, elise and i, and out of nowhere came a gorgeous downpour. fifteen seconds, and we were soaked. toes were pruned and hair plastered to our heads, and we stumbled along, blind, laughing, until it stopped, suddenly as it had began.
what a beautiful, beautiful world.