It’s a hot night. A lonely and quiet one at that.
The music never helps any, and the Aqua Teen in the background can only do so much to make me chuckle. It quickly fades into tired smiles anyway. This humor is lost on me, but it allows for memories to dwell on. When life be stressin me… my remedy be bringing back sweet memories…
…Laughter around a campfire(oh those stars), sparkling water(lake water? or clear, white sand beaches?), and rain… The rain is falling… those lazy, introspective moods; quiet conversations deep into the night. Even perhaps silent conversations and side-long glances.
Everyone’s getting away, going away, go away.