With Wings
Command click and the window opens, to this. Got the headphones in — Depeche Mode, at the moment. That shot of mescal is still backgrounding the night. We went from white-out to blue-skies and sunshine, today. And back. It’s so cold now. Dark as ink spilled on coal. Shift to Bowie.
“And I’m gone…through the crack in the past…”
Still filling it up. Still pouring it out. Still shaking off the day.
Work tomorrow. But not till later. Right now…I have time. An hourglass with wings. Feeling it.
I like typing on this glowing keyboard. I like touching the aluminum. I like having these hours — but not when they are threaded with thorns.
Ah. Such whining. Forget that.
Flutter by.