The pink frost tinges the windows at dusk and I still wear tights even if my legs grow numb because it makes me feel apart of a Jean-Luc Godard film. And at the end of the day we bury ourselves in blankets and I thank God for the 4 walls, 4 limbs, 2 eyes and I hope I can be good. I still dream of brown, sweat-stained skin and humid nights. I hope you know I think about you daily, especially your fervor.
I know we must be changing because Cat moved out. This must be real because we're making green curry together in her kitchen on Sunday.
We must be changing because Erika and I are slowly beginning our vagabond lifestyle. It must be real because we just spent 4 days in Nashville with shining people and places.
I must be changing because I'm satisfied to stay inside protected by my pen and paper, the vinyl spinning fast and the twinkle lights blurred in the window. I drink my tea looking at the earth and I study the heart-stopping tone of your voice in my head.
It's all happening.
Nelson St. looked great wearing all that snow.
-RAY, jan 9, 2015