the smell of wet sidewalks and cloves…
by heart on May.12, 2009, under just words
the storm settled into our neighborhood just past three in the afternoon. a subtle rain and light wind at first that pushed your bangs around as we sat on the front steps.
“we’re going to sit this one through”, followed by that smile. a flash of light and sirens started in the distance, a quiet whine behind the stereo that sounds through the window.
who saw us there as the sun fell in the sky, who passed through that night with us?
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