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enteleinLast night, while the girl downstairs blasted her music, a storm rolled into town.
Thunder rumbled across the dark city streets, which were soon washed with rain, which also soon melted the snow. Blearily, as the girl downstairs changed the music from Tori to Fiona to some Pearl Jam knock-off back to Tori again, I propped my heavy head on my hand and looked out the window of the bedroom.
I'd forgotten to pull down the shades, and so the orange streetlight shone in through branches, throwing a vague pattern on the bedroom wall behind me. The windows looked freshly wet, spattered clear drops refracting light. They looked cold and fresh.
This morning, I can hear the cars' tires outside snicking and whooshing along the wet pavement. The world is awake, and there's a bit of sun, a bit of wind.
This is March.
Thunder rumbled across the dark city streets, which were soon washed with rain, which also soon melted the snow. Blearily, as the girl downstairs changed the music from Tori to Fiona to some Pearl Jam knock-off back to Tori again, I propped my heavy head on my hand and looked out the window of the bedroom.
I'd forgotten to pull down the shades, and so the orange streetlight shone in through branches, throwing a vague pattern on the bedroom wall behind me. The windows looked freshly wet, spattered clear drops refracting light. They looked cold and fresh.
This morning, I can hear the cars' tires outside snicking and whooshing along the wet pavement. The world is awake, and there's a bit of sun, a bit of wind.
This is March.
