It was cold out. Too cold for this kind of nonsense. This teen-aged residency. Too cold to be up here feeling the grit of the roof under his boots. Too easy to see his own breath. Like he needed proof it still existed.

But he hadn't visited Orion in years. And the moon may have never been this full in all the history of words.

He wondered where he had gotten such a foolish sense of romanticism. And couldn't decide if he was well or poorly served by it.

He glanced up while she looked down. Full figured glowing siren. Who decided it was a man up there? She's so easy to see.

He couldn't quite feel his fingers anymore. But he's always been a sucker for the wide eyes. So he lay back, paid his respects and thought, "I'll give it two more songs."

posted by adam @ 10:19 PM