late night cocktails.

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unhinged.

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in lieu of something coherent.

There was a dull murmur of voices surrounding me… the voices of strangers in a strange place; strangers whose mere presence thickened the night air. We all gathered around empty chairs, and dewy lawns, and wide sidewalks - all staring up at this creamy blue awning - waiting. Waiting for a familiar phenomenon. One that intrigues me more and more each time it falls before my eyes. It was that particular moment of patience in the summer heat which threaded us all together. We were all looking for the same thing, with a palpable anticipation dripping like sweat down our foreheads.

(When it comes, you don’t even really notice it.)

Blossoms. Cocoons. Galaxies unfolding right above me, flashing like lightning and then disappearing, leaving only some crude inverted shadows burned into my retina. With each one my heart beats faster until there are so many colors in the sky, my mind mistakenly tells my body I’m dreaming. My rhythm steadies and falls into a booming cadence with the colorful explosions. Red, blue, grey, orange, green. Little golden hornets. Popping. Pop. All of us fallen under a trance to this giant static tv screen in the sky.

It’s the same kind of enchanting feeling I used to get as a kid.


-_rrl
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