Good music at dive bars, simple stories & descriptive prose, people, cultures, coffee, stouts, banjos, drums, subtle gestures, genuine expressions, smiling eyes
If we find rest in the cascading color of the dying dusk
Blushing red and orange before the green and violet blushing
I’ll whisper this last secret as my chin rests at the nape of your neck,
...If they let me keep my wings
I will g...
