if i die right now (and trust me, it feels not entirely impossible that i might) at least i had a beautiful night out last night.
winters here have the a grey, angered backdrop. they are usually rough against my skin, but last night, birmingham displayed an astonishing degree of frailty...thin drapes of air and sky that i had, up until now, only associated with fall.
we walked under the bare trees showing their naked, tired bones and knuckles, bending away from the chilled river. we closed our eyes driving along empty highway. i pointed out constellations and watched our breath disappear into the night. we walked the sidewalks, jazz music wafting through closed doors. i savored every sip of wine. to calm chattering teeth, we stood over the hot air that blows from vents in the ground, it filled up my skirt. the whole city caresses my cheeks and runs her fingers through my hair. i stopped on the highest point of a bridge and felt the wind's tickling fingers dance across my bare neck. my eyes were frozen tears.
i didn't want it to end... morning came an hour ago and i can't imagine the city existing that way ever again... |
