just in from a walk…

by dishpantheism

 

just in from a walk. quite windy. chimes are chiming all over town. in the dark in winter they sound eerie and melancholy but also magical. butterflies in my stomach. strange. in summer their sound is something else entirely.

the moment i pointed out hazel's christmas tree glowing in the window it suddenly snuffed. and she emerged from its boughs. a dark silhouette on an ambery ground.

two kids trailed us on their bicycles. one had a radio strapped to his handlebars. the countrified voice and fiddles reaching far ahead into darkness and bouncing back again. improbable sonar. 

g'night.

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